Tell me when you're sad I wanna make it cool again I know you're feeling bad Tell me when you're cool again Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed That a small town girl like you Would be the boss of me We fly through the night The tears on your lips Life has your mind and soul It spins on your hips Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed That a small town girl like you Would be the boss of me Would be the boss of me Would be the boss of me You look at me and you weep for the free blue sky I look to the stars as they flicker and float in your eyes And under these wings of steel The small town dies Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed That a small town girl like you Would be the boss of me Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed That a small town girl like you Would be the boss of me Would be the boss of me Would be the boss of me
Written by: David Bowie