Lyrics: The Sundays. A Certain Someone.

Live your life, have your say
Read your stars, day by day
If I could have anything in the world for free
I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me

Oh, live your life, go your way
And I said, "Oh no"
Live your life, stake your claim
Wash your clothes, change your name

Ooh, and I said, "Oh, no, no"
If I could have anything in the world for free
I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me
Ooh, ah, you're too twisted by half but that's far enough

So live your life, build a home
And fill it full of flowers and a bottle of old cologne
Yeah, if I could have anything in the world for free
I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me

Except perhaps a certain someone
Except perhaps a certain someone

Except perhaps a certain someone
Except perhaps a certain someone
Except perhaps a certain someone

Just to be shown another way out
You're too twisted by half but that's far enough

Oh, I'd be careful living in a block of flats
And I never take the lift to the top
No, I never take the lift to the top
Ah, you're too twisted by half but that's far enough

Take a swim 'round, take a look down
I'll never believe what we've found
We figured it out, we figured it out
We lived in a house, in a cold room