Amy MacDonald... This is life...
Oh the wind whistles down...The cold dark street tonight...And the people they were dancing to the music vibe...And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair...While the shy tormented youth sit way over there...And the songs they get louder...Each one better than before
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
So you're heading down the road in your taxi for four...And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door...But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four...So you're sitting there with nothing to do...Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew...And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight
And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
So you're heading down the road in your taxi for four...And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door...But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four...So you're sitting there with nothing to do...Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew...And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight
