Karaoké Green-Tinted Sixties Mind Mr. Big

She just woke up but she's still tired

Is that the telephone ringing

The curtains can't hold back the light that's reaching into her dreams

Down in her heart

If it had fingers it'd be tearing it apart

You be looking groovy in a sixties movie

Maybe tell the press you died

Little legend baby

Try your very best to hide a green-tinted sixties mind

She keeps some memories locked away but they are always escaping

Neglect won't make them fade away

They're reaching into her dreams

Down in her heart

Don't need fingers to be tearing it apart

Gotta face the day

There is no other way to clear the fog inside your mind

Fill it up with dreams but all that you can seem to find

A green-tinted sixties mind

Hanging out with Janis

Moving to Atlantis

Could've made it if you tried

What's the point of force

It's easy as a horse to ride

A green-tinted sixties mind

Try your very best to hide a green-tinted sixties mind

You can't hide