Keep on moving, don’t mind me
I’m just that girl sitting in the corner
At the company Christmas party
Clutching her eggnog like a drowning man at a rope
You know I’m not there, you know?
I’m not there, you know?
And I’m listening to Let it Be
The album, not the song
And when they play that title track
I can’t help but cry and sing along
Cause it’s all there, you know?
It’s all there, you know?