The dog-eared Disprin, in your handbag   a gathering of crumbs and, twenty fags    I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins   I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind      haaah   and so it goes    haaah      Here I am, in the condiment aisle    I'm worried about my basil from isreal and new world wine    I need to lose these poses, reset my charms    to when I left the factory in your arms       singing haaah   haaoh   and so it goes      But the words on the page start to swim    As light catches your face you're smiling    This must be what all the fuss is about      haaoh X 3      you're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles    I'm glued to the TV giving one word replies    It's small and shameful it's a poor show   beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl      and so it goes    yeah so it goes    yeah so it goes      But the words on the page start to swim    As light catches your face you're smiling    This must be what all the fuss is about X2