Glad - David Byrne

I’m glad I’ve got skin, I’m glad I’ve got eyes

I’m glad I got hips, I’m glad I’ve got thighs

I’m glad I’m allowed to say the things I feel

I’m glad Igot hair, glad I got ears

I’m glad I got lungs, I’m glad I got tears

Glad that I never ever know what’s real

I’m glad I got lost

I’m glad I’m confused

I’m glad I don’t know, what I like

I’m glad I got stoned

I’m glad I got high

I’m glad I found out I’m all right

I’m glad when the sex is not so great

I’m glad that I doubt, I know what they say

I’m glad when I get my girlfriends names confused

I’m glad I know how my life will end

I’m glad I don’t have no common sense

I’m glad the things are wrong I thought I knew

I’m glad I’m a mess

I’m glad you don’t mind

I’m glad you’re better than me

I’m glad that I changed

I’m glad I’m not nice

I’m glad it’s the way, it must be

I’m glad I can’t see beyond myself

I’m glad when the conversation ends

It’s good when it’s bad, I’m glad it’s not worrin' me