You're pink, you're young, you're middle-class 15 blue shirts and womanly hands OK, it doesn't matter But you should have seen me shoot up the ladder You're miles behind your sister, la di da You're miles behind your sister Minor star of Rome Your mind is racing like a pro Not like when you were a kid a million years ago It's a pity, but it comes with the uniform You were wrong, you just couldn't admit it But you didn't know how to do it, and everybody knew it So you kicked yourself into the street You could have been the skinny boy in the back seat You're miles behind your sister, la di da You're miles behind your sister Minor star of Rome Now sometimes you get up, sometimes you bake a cake or something Sometimes you go la da di da da da di da all day in bed Sometimes your eyes roll back into your head Now you're having other people's dreams And they're really good But you wake up just before they end You never finish anything You're miles behind your sister [x3] You're miles behind your sister [x3]