FLAWLESS (GO TO THE CITY) George Michael

'Cause you're beautiful (Like no
other)

'Cause you're beautiful (maybe
tonight, they'll see you tonight)

Beautiful ....
beautiful

And it's no good waiting by the
window

It's no good waiting for the
sun

Please believe me, the things you
dream of

They don't fall in the laps of
no-one

And it's no good . . . Waiting,
waiting

And it's no good . . .
Waiting

You've got to go to the
city

Always the same Always the same
dreams yeah yeah

Always the same (yes you're movin'
up)

Well you've got to think of
something

'Cause your job pays you
nothing

But you've got the things God gave
you

So the music may yet be your
saviour

Got to be a way, some way Got to be
some way

to make your way to the light (All
the girls say)

Got to be some way, today, today,
maybe tonight, maybe tonight

And it's always the same . . .Always
the same dreams yeah yeah

Always the same (yes you're movin'
up)

You're beautiful, you are, and you
know it

You're wasted here, you're a
star

In this small town of hand-me-downs
who don't even know it

Sometimes it brings you
down

Sometimes it eats you
up

Sometimes you think that your head's
going to blow

It doesn't get better . . .Don't you
know, you've got to go to the city

You've got to reach the other side
of the glass

I think you'll make it in the city
baby

I think you know that you are more
than just

Some fucked up piece of
ass

Got to be a way, some way Got
to be some way to make your way to the light (All the boys
say)

Got to be some way, today, today,
maybe tonight,

They'll see you
tonight

And it's always the same

A lways the same Always the same
dreams yeah yeah

Always the same (yes you're movin'
up)

Cause you're beautiful (like no
other) Cause you're beautiful (take me, make me)

Cause you're beautiful (maybe
tonight, they'll see you tonight)

Beautiful ....
beautiful

And it's no good waiting by the
window

It's no good waiting for the
sun

Please believe me, the things you
dream of

They don't fall in the laps of
no-one

And it's no good . . . Waiting,
waiting

And it's no good . . .
Waiting

You've got to go to the city

You've got to go to the
city,

They're going to find you
there

'Cause you're
beautiful

'Cause you're
beautiful

Sometimes it brings you
down

Sometimes it eats you
up

Sometimes you think that your head's
going to blow and

It doesn't get better . . .Don't you
know, you've got to go to the city

You've got to reach the other side
of the glass

I think you'll make it in the city
baby

I think you know that you are more
than just

Some fucked up piece of
ass

More than just ...Sid you've got to
think of something

'Cause your job pays you
nothing

But you've got the things God gave
you

So the music may yet be your
saviour

Do you want a saviour,
saviour

Say that you do,

You know you're wasted here, wasted
here

And there ain't no miracles
happening any time soon ...