Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Climbing Uphill, artist - Anna Kendrick. Album song The Last Five Years, in the genre Саундтреки
Date of issue: 09.02.2015
Record label: Sh-K-Boom
Song language: English
Climbing Uphill |
When you come home to me |
I’ll wear a sweeter smile |
And hope that, for a while, you’ll… |
Okay, thank you |
Thank you so much |
I’m climbing uphill, Jamie |
Climbing uphill |
I’m up every morning at six |
And standing in line |
With two hundred girls |
Who are younger and thinner than me |
Who have already been to the gym |
I’m waiting five hours in line |
And watching the girls |
Just coming and going |
In dresses that look just like this |
Till my number is finally called |
When I walk in the room |
There’s a table of men |
Always men — usually gay |
Who’ve been sitting like I have |
And listening all day |
To two hundred girls |
Belting as high as they can! |
I am a good person |
I’m an attractive person |
I am a talented person |
Grant me Grace! |
When you come home… |
I should have told them I was sick last week |
They’re gonna think this is the way I sing |
Why is the pianist playing so loud? |
Should I sing louder? |
I’ll sing louder |
Maybe I should stop and start over |
I’m gonna stop and start over |
Why is the director staring at his crotch? |
Why is that man staring at my resume? |
Don’t stare at my resume |
I made up half of my resume |
Look at me |
Stop looking at that, look at me |
No, not at my shoes |
Don’t look at my shoes |
I hate these stupid shoes |
Why did I pick these shoes? |
Why did I pick this song? |
Why did I pick this career? |
Why does this pianist hate me? |
If I don’t get a callback |
I can go to Crate & Barrel with Mom and buy a couch |
Not that I want to spend a day with Mom |
But Jamie needs space to write |
Since I’m obviously such a horrible, annoying distraction to him |
What’s he gonna be like when we have kids? |
And once again… |
Why am I working so hard? |
These are the people who cast Russell Crowe in a musical |
Jesus Christ, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck |
When fin’lly you come home to… |
Okay, thank you |
Thank you so much |
I will not be the girl stuck at home in the 'burbs |
With the baby, the dog, and the garden of herbs |
I will not be the girl in the sensible shoes |
Pushing burgers and beer nuts and missing the clues |
I will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels |
To be trotting along at the genius' heels |
I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by |
And I |