Lyrics

you don't pass your time in limbo, or hang out with the crowd, sitting on the stoop like a little girl, who took the wrong road into town, but you got that short cut way about you, and no one's gonna stare you down, you cook much better on a lower flame, you burn much better when the sun goes down, and heaven can wait, but you ought to be a saint, i got your very best intentions, helping me along, and if i ever fail to mention, you were an overnight sensation, well take it from me, my baby's a saint, my baby's a saint, i believe you were a new arrival, on the fast train passing through, and you traded in your luck for survival, to sweeten up the witch's brew, you had a better way of working magic, a little mystery in your eyes, instead of rolling over you remained the same, you took the whole world by surprise

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Artist: elton john