Flawless (Go To The City) — George Michael

'Cause you're beautiful (Like no other) 'Cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight)

Beautiful .... beautiful

And it's no good waiting by the window It's no good waiting for the sun Please believe me, the things you dream of They don't fall in the laps of no-one

And it's no good . . . Waiting, waiting And it's no good . . . Waiting

You've got to go to the city

Always the same Always the same dreams yeah yeah Always the same (yes you're movin' up)

Well you've got to think of something 'Cause your job pays you nothing But you've got the things God gave you So the music may yet be your saviour

Got to be a way, some way Got to be some way to make your way to the light Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, maybe tonight

And it's always the same . . . Always the same dreams yeah yeah Always the same (yes you're movin' up)

You're beautiful, you are, and you know it You're wasted here, you're a star In this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know it

Sometimes it brings you down Sometimes it eats you up Sometimes you think that your head's going to blow It doesn't get better . . .

Don't you know, you've got to go to the city You've got to reach the other side of the glass I think you'll make it in the city baby I think you know that you are more than just Some fucked up piece of ass

Got to be a way, some way Got to be some way to make your way to the light Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, They'll see you tonight

And it's always the same A lways the same Always the same dreams yeah yeah Always the same (yes you're movin' up)

Cause you're beautiful (like no other) Cause you're beautiful (take me, make me) Cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight)

Beautiful .... beautiful

And it's no good waiting by the window It's no good waiting for the sun Please believe me, the things you dream of They don't fall in the laps of no-one

And it's no good . . . Waiting, waiting And it's no good . . . Waiting

You've got to go to the city You've got to go to the city, They're going to find you there

'Cause you're beautiful 'Cause you're beautiful

Sometimes it brings you down Sometimes it eats you up Sometimes you think that your head's going to blow and It doesn't get better . . .

Don't you know, you've got to go to the city You've got to reach the other side of the glass I think you'll make it in the city baby I think you know that you are more than just Some fucked up piece of ass

More than just ...

Sid you've got to think of something 'Cause your job pays you nothing But you've got the things God gave you So the music may yet be your saviour

Do you want a saviour, saviour Say that you do, You know you're wasted here, wasted here And there ain't no miracles happening any time soon ...