Tell me
Is it true that you've been dying here for hours
'Cos someone said they didn't see you smile
You should know better than to sit and think about it
You should know better

Yet maybe
Oh it's too bad at the prez now to leave you
But it won't last forever, if you try
You've been a little
To remember all these things go back to around you
The things that make you want to run around town with your pants in your hand
Small songs that have ever been planned
It's just a matter of
Yes, it's just a matter of
It's just a matter of style
Style

And I never was left standing alone and out in the rain
There was always someone or something to help me back again
And it's not the hardest thing to take it grin in hand
And more than that no-one can ever hope to demand

Hold on
To everything that keeps you looking on the bright side
And it'll take you so much longer to die
It's only serious if it's gonna last forever
It's only bad if you remember
All the baddies and the hardies and the meanies
Oh they just not good to keep you alive
So if you wander from these places you'll be singing, babe
You will be singing and forget about the things that put the pants on your hand
It's not hard to be easily led
It's just a matter of
Oh oh it's just a matter of
It's just a matter of style
Style

And I never was left standing alone and out in the rain
There was always someone or something to help me back again
And it's not the hardest thing to take it grin in hand
And more than that one can ever hope to demand