Caro Emerald
Stuck
I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday
I wish that I was beaching down in Saint Tropez
Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous PA
With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care
Standing on the Avenue where nobody goes
The feels of green have wiltered like a lass on a rose
Some people call it paradise, but I call it pain
Baby take me anywhere, but not here again
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you oh oh
I guess that I do...
I wish that I was beaching down in Saint Tropez
Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous PA
With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care
Standing on the Avenue where nobody goes
The feels of green have wiltered like a lass on a rose
Some people call it paradise, but I call it pain
Baby take me anywhere, but not here again
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you oh oh
I guess that I do...
