George Michael

'Cause you’re beautiful
(Like no other)
'Cause you’re beautiful
take me, make me,
'(Cause you’re beautiful). take me 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 got to go to the city
Always the same
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)
Well you’ve Gotta think of something
'Cause your job pays you nothing
But you got the things God gave you
So the music may yet be your saviour
Gotta be a way, some way
Gotta be some way to make your way to the light
(All the girls say)
Gotta be some way, today, today,
maybe tonight, maybe tonight
And it’s always the same . . .
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)
You’re beautiful, you are, and you know it
mmmmmm 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
It doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t get better . . .
Don’t you know, you’ve Gotta go to the city
You Gotta 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
Gotta be a way, some way
Gotta be some way to make your way to the light
(All the boys say)
Gotta be some way, today, today, maybe tonight,
They’ll see you tonight
And it's always the same
Always the same (moving’ up)
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)
because your beautiful
(like no other)
because your beautiful
take me, make me
because your beautiful
take me tonight, and see it in light
because your beautiful, 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 yey
You got to go to the city
You got to go to the city, yeah
we gonna find you there, uh huh
because your beautiful......uh huh
because your beautiful
because your beautiful
Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes it eats you up
Sometimes you think that your head’s going to blow it
It doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t get better . . .
don't you know ,you got to go to the city
You’ve Gotta 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
always the same
more than just......
always the same dreams baby
always the same.....
cause you gotta think of something
'Cause your job pays you nothing
you’ve got the things God gave you
So the music may yet be your saviour
Do you wanna saviour save save save that you do Yeah
You know you’re wasted here, wasted here
And there ain’t no miracles happening any time soon ...
Happening any time soon ...
always the same, always the same, always the same
always the same, always the same, always the same
always the same.