Why do I do this to myself?
If you've felt these feelings that I've felt,
I fall for Mr Mysterious,
Guess that I'm just curious,
You could call me Miss Oblivious, He makes me so delirious,
Think I was dreaming,
Too good to be believing, (believing) Stupid, stupid feelings,
He keeps on stealing, (stealing)
He doesn't mean to,
I give them away,
Miss Oblivious, Miss Obvious,
Want you to take me away,
Love is such a horrible game, (it's such a horrible game) Like snakes and ladders, you climb, (climb)
Slither down again,
I fall for Mr Mysterious,
Guess that I'm just curious, (curious)
You can call me Miss Oblivious, (oblivious) He makes me so delirious, (delirious)
Think I was dreaming,
Too good to be believing,
Stupid, stupid feelings, (feelings)
He keeps on stealing, (stealing, stealing)
He doesn't mean to,
I give them away, (give them away) Miss Oblivious, Miss Obvious, Want you to take me away,
Rolled the wrong dice again,
And showed my cards to all the other players, Was an accident, it just slipped from my mouth, I sent my feelings to everyone's brains,
It's me to blame,
It's me to blame,
Think I was dreaming, Too good to be believing,
Stupid, stupid feelings,
He keeps on stealing, (stealing, stealing)
He doesn't mean to, (mean to)
I give them away, (I give them away) Miss Oblivious, Miss Obvious,
Want you to take me away,
(away)
Think I was dreaming, Too good to be believing, (away)
Stupid, stupid feelings, He keeps on stealing,
He doesn't mean to, (mean to) I give them away,
(Miss Oblivious)
Miss Oblivious, Miss Obvious, Want you to take me away,
I fall for Mr Mysterious,
I fall for Mr Mysterious, (mysterious) I fall for Mr Mysterious,
I fall for Mr Mysterious,
I fall for Mr Mys-

Miss Oblivious

Its so cliche but you never know what you had until you lost it. This song is about a feeling I had once upon a time.

Ice Cream

Old Times Sake

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***Lyrics***
Sacred the soil of riches and royalty under the sun, 
where the burden is boiling deep in the bible of every rivalry, 
poses a haven to harvest the irony.

Cycle Cycle dawn of the age and a clock in a cage,
And a sacred soil, suffer the touch of a human adjust.

No politics in Pangea. Every society back to the dynasty. 
No politics in Pangea. Every society back to the dynasty.
We will falter at the alter of the dollar, 
offer honour to a scholar of a sum.

Cosy the coral in plastic and poisoning, 
corporate and capital cackle and coiling. 
Caught in the claws of the oil anatomy, 
all in the name, in the game, of the industry.

Cycle Cycle dawn of the age and a clock in a cage,
And a sacred soil, suffer the touch of a human adjust.

No politics in Pangea. Every society back to the dynasty. 
No politics in Pangea. Every society back to the dynasty.
We will falter at the alter of the dollar, 
offer honour to a scholar of a sum.

To her core, and to her crust, she does not belong to us
Tum tum tum tum
Please evacuate, this is not a drill
Tum tum tum tum

No politics in Pangea. Every society back to the dynasty. 
No politics in Pangea. Every society back to the dynasty.
We will falter at the alter of the dollar, 
offer honour to a scholar of a sum.

No Politics In Pangea

I'm Your Man

Written and Performed by Imogen Mahdavi
Produced by Dan Holloway
Mixed and Mastered by Imad Salhi

Lyrics:
Here’s the thing I said I wanted your love
And there’s no one else
Like there was nothing else
Rolling out in my life

Here’s the lie I told you that one time
I said there’s nothing left 
I searched on every step
Driving through the wrong signs

But he’s got my waist 
Sides turning
Bullet in my eye
Minds burning
All my over thoughts are humming
Singing my oh my oh my

CHORUS (x2)
Hold me in my heaviness
Use every breath
I guess somethings are best over said
Love me loud, don’t love me less
I guess somethings are best over said 

Oh the world is burning
And my head, it can’t take nothing else
Sadness on my shelf
Taking in the wrong sights

Five years down the line
And in the shine
I could have no one else 
Save me from myself
Crossing at the right time

But he’s got my waist 
Sides turning
Bullet in my eye
Minds burning
All my over thoughts are humming
Singing my oh my oh my

CHORUS (x2)
Hold me in my heaviness
Use every breath
I guess somethings are best over said
Love me loud, don’t love me less
I guess somethings are best over said

But he’s got my waist 
Sides turning
Bullet in my eye
Minds burning
All my over thoughts are humming
Singing my oh my oh my

CHORUS (x2)
Hold me in my heaviness
Use every breath
I guess somethings are best over said
Love me loud, don’t love me less
I guess somethings are best over said

Some Things Are Best Over Said

Harry and The Chicks, indie pop princess of Bow, East London, is a new wave of artist that brings a colourful, energetic and space inspired pop blend to the forefront of modern music. Harry uses catchy melodies and unconventional lyrics to match her celestial tone and style. Compared to the likes of Marina and The Diamonds, Tori Amos and Katy Perry, the half Irish Londoner has adopted a similar ‘poptimistic’ attitude to her songwriting which prevails in her artistry.

Miss Oblivious

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