Valerie senses it’s not going quite as it should be
Thinks “I’m getting out while I can – I know what is good for me”
She’s ahead of the diary by several weeks
Her skin is too big for her hands and her feet
Smaller than two bags of sugar
But against all the odds; with no help from God
Hey – Look… Valerie lives.
Valerie lives (for the pleasure of being alive) x3
Valerie lives
Valerie travels the world for the work or the sun
Every life is an emptier place once Valerie’s gone
She won’t cast a glance at political strife
She knows what’s important to get from her life
Sweeter than two bags of sugar
Behind all the while that wonderful smile
Hey – Look… Valerie lives.
Valerie lives (for the pleasure of being alive)….
