MELANCHOLY MELANIE
Melancholy Melanie used to think that all she wanted in her life
Was the fine things that all of her money could buy
A big house and three expensive cars parked on the driveway
Dresses by all the best fashion designers, so many she would not even wear
And money, sweet money, so much of it that she would never have to care
About all of those things that the little people, the poor people think about
As they go about their dreary little lives like little worker ants
Never knowing which new bill to pay first before their money runs out
Melancholy Melanie knew exactly what she wanted in her life
Melancholy Melanie used to think that all she wanted in her life
Was the fine things that all of her money could buy
Never realising that she was letting her life just pass her by
And when there’s no one special in your life to say I love you
No one there who even gives you that special thought or care
All of those things that your money just can’t buy
You stop, look around, look in the mirror at your reflection
The only person left in this world that’s honest with you and why
You’ve become nothing more than a bird in a gilded cage
Melancholy Melanie wants to open the doors of her gilded cage and fly
But she’s too scared to leave all of her possessions behind
They hold her in chains that she forged herself one by one
Like Jacob Marley’s ghost, and she is their prisoner now
Melancholy Melanie thinks of all the little people that she once overlooked
Wondering how they so often have what she has never been able to buy
Families who love them, friends who accept them for what they are
And she wonders why, she wonders how all of this just passed her by
Melancholy Melanie used to think that she had all that she wanted in her life
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Melancholy Melanie was wrong, so very, very wrong
Was the fine things that all of her money could buy
A big house and three expensive cars parked on the driveway
Dresses by all the best fashion designers, so many she would not even wear
And money, sweet money, so much of it that she would never have to care
About all of those things that the little people, the poor people think about
As they go about their dreary little lives like little worker ants
Never knowing which new bill to pay first before their money runs out
Melancholy Melanie knew exactly what she wanted in her life
Melancholy Melanie used to think that all she wanted in her life
Was the fine things that all of her money could buy
Never realising that she was letting her life just pass her by
And when there’s no one special in your life to say I love you
No one there who even gives you that special thought or care
All of those things that your money just can’t buy
You stop, look around, look in the mirror at your reflection
The only person left in this world that’s honest with you and why
You’ve become nothing more than a bird in a gilded cage
Melancholy Melanie wants to open the doors of her gilded cage and fly
But she’s too scared to leave all of her possessions behind
They hold her in chains that she forged herself one by one
Like Jacob Marley’s ghost, and she is their prisoner now
Melancholy Melanie thinks of all the little people that she once overlooked
Wondering how they so often have what she has never been able to buy
Families who love them, friends who accept them for what they are
And she wonders why, she wonders how all of this just passed her by
Melancholy Melanie used to think that she had all that she wanted in her life
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Melancholy Melanie was wrong, so very, very wrong
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