You can organize and categorize and visualize
You can make your list and get the gist and pump your fist
You can make your plans and shake some hands and list your demands
But what if they never buy your pretty packages
What if they never buy your pretty packages?
What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
Is it personal or logical or rational? Is it simplified or glorified or compromised?
Will they understand or make demands or play their hand
When everything can easily be explained?
What if they never buy your pretty packages
What if they never buy your pretty packages?
What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
The illusion of control is like a black hole
Mounting problems fill your mind
Sure to leave no child behind
Even if you find your way
Every leaf turn brown someday
So count your pigeons and your chickens and your meercats daddy
Call your midgets and your circus clowns and sisters baby
Have a soda and a cracker and a cobweb for your after dinner social and your debutante ball
What if they never buy your pretty packages What if they never buy your pretty packages? What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
Dave Howard - Your Pretty Packages Lyrics
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You can organize and categorize and visualize
You can make your list and get the gist and pump your fist
You can make your plans and shake some hands and list your demands
But what if they never buy your pretty packages
What if they never buy your pretty packages?
What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
Is it personal or logical or rational? Is it simplified or glorified or compromised?
Will they understand or make demands or play their hand
When everything can easily be explained?
What if they never buy your pretty packages
What if they never buy your pretty packages?
What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
The illusion of control is like a black hole
Mounting problems fill your mind
Sure to leave no child behind
Even if you find your way
Every leaf turn brown someday
So count your pigeons and your chickens and your meercats daddy
Call your midgets and your circus clowns and sisters baby
Have a soda and a cracker and a cobweb for your after dinner social and your debutante ball
What if they never buy your pretty packages What if they never buy your pretty packages? What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
You can make your list and get the gist and pump your fist
You can make your plans and shake some hands and list your demands
But what if they never buy your pretty packages
What if they never buy your pretty packages?
What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
Is it personal or logical or rational? Is it simplified or glorified or compromised?
Will they understand or make demands or play their hand
When everything can easily be explained?
What if they never buy your pretty packages
What if they never buy your pretty packages?
What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
The illusion of control is like a black hole
Mounting problems fill your mind
Sure to leave no child behind
Even if you find your way
Every leaf turn brown someday
So count your pigeons and your chickens and your meercats daddy
Call your midgets and your circus clowns and sisters baby
Have a soda and a cracker and a cobweb for your after dinner social and your debutante ball
What if they never buy your pretty packages What if they never buy your pretty packages? What if nobody wants your pretty packages?
Writer: David Howard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid