Terminally Hip from Forever Fresh! by Bruce Moody

She’s terminally pretty, she’s terminally hip
She’s terminally witty, she’s terminally hip
Ah … hip!

She tells you know one’s ever loved her, relationships don’t last
But she can’t see the future for the past
She needs to know the love of someone to make her feel all right
A touch to keep her warm all through the night.

She’s terminally pretty, she’s terminally hip
She’s terminally witty, she’s terminally hip

Is it me? Is it you? Is there anything at all that I could do?

And when she tells you she don’t love you remember it in stride
If she can’t learn to love you, she will hide
And as she sits the party’s over, the little girl’s alone
And she’ll be by herself tonight at home

She’s terminally pretty, she’s terminally hip
She’s terminally witty, she’s terminally hip
She’s terminally pretty, she’s terminally hip
She’s terminally witty, she’s terminally hip

There she goes and you know …

© 1982 Bruce Moody (ASCAP) Laura’s Lullabies

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