Billie's in the bedroom Friday night
Presley in the car on a Sunday drive
Beatles on the record and the record plays on
Sinatra is singing me a love song
So why, did I miss my mark?
Born in the wrong part of history
So where am I supposed to go?
To the rock and roll or the old town, Mo-town soul?
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Flea is on the bass and the bass it rings
Kurt Cobain is on the strings and his voice, it sings
Amy wakes up another day alone and David Bowie will always be my hero
So why, did I miss my mark?
Born in the wrong part of history
So where am I supposed to go?
To the rock and roll or the old town, Mo-town soul?
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Fleetwood Mac gave me dreams, I love dancing because of Queen
Mr. Cohen taught me to write and ABBA gave me those disco nights
Thank you George for the funk you made, I was born in the wrong decade
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Holly Clausius - My Muse Lyrics
Holly Clausius - My Muse Lyrics
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Billie's in the bedroom Friday night
Presley in the car on a Sunday drive
Beatles on the record and the record plays on
Sinatra is singing me a love song
So why, did I miss my mark?
Born in the wrong part of history
So where am I supposed to go?
To the rock and roll or the old town, Mo-town soul?
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Flea is on the bass and the bass it rings
Kurt Cobain is on the strings and his voice, it sings
Amy wakes up another day alone and David Bowie will always be my hero
So why, did I miss my mark?
Born in the wrong part of history
So where am I supposed to go?
To the rock and roll or the old town, Mo-town soul?
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Fleetwood Mac gave me dreams, I love dancing because of Queen
Mr. Cohen taught me to write and ABBA gave me those disco nights
Thank you George for the funk you made, I was born in the wrong decade
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Presley in the car on a Sunday drive
Beatles on the record and the record plays on
Sinatra is singing me a love song
So why, did I miss my mark?
Born in the wrong part of history
So where am I supposed to go?
To the rock and roll or the old town, Mo-town soul?
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Flea is on the bass and the bass it rings
Kurt Cobain is on the strings and his voice, it sings
Amy wakes up another day alone and David Bowie will always be my hero
So why, did I miss my mark?
Born in the wrong part of history
So where am I supposed to go?
To the rock and roll or the old town, Mo-town soul?
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Fleetwood Mac gave me dreams, I love dancing because of Queen
Mr. Cohen taught me to write and ABBA gave me those disco nights
Thank you George for the funk you made, I was born in the wrong decade
I don't know so I sing the blues. All this music is my muse
Writer: Holly Clausius
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