Fozz - She Thinks She's Bridget Jones (Acoustic Version)
Walking from room to room, she selects another sad CDThen turns the volume up and sings along with the misery
She opens a second bottle of red and pours herself another glass
Then lets the evening melt away
She's pounding, she's scrubbing, exfoliating and rubbing
She's never felt so lonely
She faces life alone, she thinks she's Bridget Jones
She's thirty-something now, cynical and bruised
She's independent and she likes it like that
(Or so she tells her friends)
But behind closed doors, she thinks she's Bridget Jones
The orange-peel skin, the magazines with good advice
How to achieve your ideal weight by drinking water and eating ice
How to keep the man you love and how to make love to the one you're with
She soaks it all up in the bath
She's crying, she's flinching, she's pulling she's pinching
She's never felt so lonely
She faces life alone, she thinks she's Bridget Jones
She's thirty-something now, cynical and bruised
She's independent and she likes it like that
(Or so she tells her friends)
But behind closed doors, she thinks she's Bridget Jones
The time's tick-tocking on, it's like she's up against the clock
She staggers through the nightclub; alone again. What a shock
And on the taxi journey home she cries so hard she can hardly see
Then locks herself in the bathroom
She's sobbing, she's pleading, she's cutting, she's bleeding
She's never felt so lonely
She faces life alone, she thinks she's Bridget Jones
She's thirty-something now, cynical and bruised
She's independent and she likes it like that
(Or so she tells her friends)
But behind closed doors, she thinks she's Bridget Jones
Written by:
Elliot Foskett
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