You Or No One - Chrissie Hynde

Baby got your groove back, another kind of life,

One you 'sumed that you deserve.

Nothing you should lack now, reverting back to type,

Never mind you lost your nerve.

Yeah you had a go at sleeping in the van

But you couldn’t let it go too far.

Now you got a pension plan

And your name’s on the insurance

And you can drive another woman’s car.

A kind of glamour

You can lend yourself

Like dark sunglasses

And you’ll remember

How good it tasted

Inside the ruling classes

Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses

She’s got a ball gown for charities and such,

Like a débutante from days gone by.

Shaving, wearing a tie, isn’t sacrificing much,

You lucky guy, you can still get high.

But, yes sir, no sir, Sunday will be there,

You only have to please that lady.

Think anything you like, but be careful what you say,

For another warm night, another dry day.

A kind of glamour

You can lend yourself

Like dark sunglasses

And you’ll remember

How good it tasted

The ruling classes wasted

Behind your dark sunglasses

I’m not towing the line

You’ll be fine

I’m not towing the line

A kind of glamour

You can lend yourself

Like dark sunglasses

And you’ll remember

How good it tasted

The ruling classes

A kind of glamour

You can lend yourself

Like dark sunglasses

And you’ll remember

How good it tasted

Inside the ruling classes

Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses

Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses