You’re pink you’re young you’re middle-class they say it doesn’t matter Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands you’re shooting up the ladder Your mind is racing like a pro, now Oh my god it doesn’t mean a lot to you One time you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god it was a million years ago Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something sometimes you stay in bed sometimes you go la di da di da di da da til your eyes roll back into your head Your mind is racing like a pro, now Oh my god it doesn’t mean a lot to you One time you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god it was a million years ago You’re dumbstruck baby You’re dumbstruck baby now you know You’re dumbstruck baby You’re dumbstruck baby now you know Your mind is racing like a pro, now Oh my god it doesn’t mean a lot to you One time you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god it was a million years ago You’re dumbstruck baby You’re dumbstruck baby now you know You’re dumbstruck baby You’re dumbstruck baby now you know You’re dumbstruck baby