Black Box Recorder The Facts Of Life Lyrics

The Facts Of Life Lyrics

Do do do, do do do

 Do do do, do do do

 

 A boy is just a eleven age

 Begin to growing high at a fast rate that they have never done before

 They develop curiosity and start to fantasise

 About the things that have never thought of doing before

 These dreams are no more harmful than 

 The usual thoughts the boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires

 As long as they distinction fantasy and fiction remains

 It's just a nature walk

 

 It's just the facts of life

 There's no master plan

 Walk me home from school

 I'll let you hold my hand

 You're getting ideas

 And when you sleep at night

 They develop into sweet dreams

 It's just the facts of life

 

 A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl

 But not dare to because she may say no

 At last someone took have the courage first

 And discovered someone else has asked her first and she says yes

 Now it's time to deal with the fear that have been rejected

 Now it gets into life being without hurt

 At this point this boy is listening to this song

 And is probably saying it's easy and said and done and it's true

 

 It's just the facts of life

 There's no master plan

 Walk me home from school

 I'll let you hold my hand

 You're getting ideas

 And when you sleep at night

 They develop into sweet dreams

 It's just the facts of life

 

 Do do do, do do do

 Do do do, do do do

 

 Small town detain defects from more urban situation

 Seem ??? if these few places to go

 And the lessons normally gather in a cafe or a arcade

 If they have to almost anywhere will do

 A family car, a decease ???

 A rolling book or a shade

 Experimentation, familiarisation

 It's all a nature walk

 

 It's just the facts of life

 There's no master plan

 Walk me home from school

 I'll let you hold my hand

 You're getting ideas

 And when you sleep at night

 They develop into sweet dreams

 It's just the facts of life

 

 It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams)

 There's no master plan (Ideas)

 Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams)

 I'll let you hold my hand

 You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams)

 And when you sleep at night (Ideas)

 They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams)

 It's just the facts of life

 

 It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams)

 There's no master plan (Ideas)

 Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams)

 I'll let you hold my hand