| Making the Most of It |
|---|
| If I thought I could wake up |
| I would but I don’t |
| Or take a peek beneath |
| The skin, I could |
| But what good would it do |
| There’s too much under there |
| And I’m trying to make |
| The most of it |
| Not looking for a perfect fit |
| I can go along |
| To get along |
| But let me know |
| When I can quit |
| Makin the most of it |
| Makin the most of it |
| Why’s it always come out wrong |
| Needing repair |
| It never comes to stay |
| Ever almost there |
| On the tip of my tongue |
| It never goes away |
| And I’m trying to make |
| The most of it |
| Not looking for a perfect fit |
| Tho I can go along |
| To get along |
| I wanna know |
| When I can quit |
| Makin' the most of it |
| Makin' the most of it |
| Makin' the most of it |
| Makin' the most of it |
| Makin' |
| Makin' the most |
