Face it, kid She never really did And everything you said Fell like spit into her drink And while you were sleeping She was lying there awake Just wondering how long it would take 'Til she could get back to her place And find some other cloud To drift on Face it, babe Boys were made to fly away No matter what they say They'll lie right to your face And while they were flying You were standing on a chair Just wondering how you could get up there And bed an angel in midair Then drag it to the ground And drift on And drift down Drift down