Sangtekst: Amanda Marshall. Everybody's Got A Story.

La la la la la la la
Ohhh...yeah.
Huh
You walk up to me and say
Feel like I know you baby
And then take a sip of your cherry coke now
Now who drinks a cherry coke
Maybe you're nervous
I see that bead of sweat dancing on your cheek
Your words are like cheap champagne.
I get the point but it's much too sweet.
I'm so tried of the dance
This carousel of superficial conversation
Gets me nowhere

So you can see my bra, underneath my shirt
Watch the wind, underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see.
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me.
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Yeah, everybody's got a story that could break your heart
Na na na na na na

Now who could read the mind of the red-headed girl next door
Or the taxi driver who just dropped you off
Or the classmate that you ignore
Don't assume everything on the surface is what you see
Cause that classmate just lost her mother.
And that taxi driver's got a PHD.
I'm so tired of the fear
That weighs us down with wrong assumptions
Of broken hearts, a natural function

So you can see my bra, underneath my shirt
Watch the wind, underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see.
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me.
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
And everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra, underneath my shirt
Watch the wind, underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
La la la la la la la....

So dig deep
Depper than the image that you see
Dig deep
Lift the veil and let your true self breathe
Dig deep
Show the world the beauty underneath

See my bra, underneath my shirt
Watch the wind, underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see.
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me.
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
And everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my bra, underneath my shirt
Watch the wind, underneath my skirt
But that ain't the picture, it's just a part
Everybody's got a story that could break your heart
See my eyes, don't see what I see.
Touch my tongue, don't know what tastes good to me.
It's the human condition that keeps us apart
And everybody's got a story that could break your heart
La la la la la la...