The Critic Lyrics

Brazilian Girls The Critic

Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed
Sunlight on my pillow, music in my head
Early morning papers are beneath the door

I see my name and I read on for more
More, more, more, more

As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by
Garbage that I'm reading just reel in my eyes
Early morning papers slipping from my hands
Words and words that I don't understand

Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic

As you sit there writing what goes through your head
So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead
Early sunday morning slipping to your bed
Words can't hurt you, no words can't hurt you

Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic

Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic