No Good Advice - Lyrics - Sound Of The Underground

Title: No Good Advice
Album: Sound Of The Underground
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Nick Coler, Timothy Martin Powell, Tim Elliot Larcombe, Matthew Del Gray, Lene Crawford Nystroem, Miranda Eleanor D Cooper, Lisa Cowling, Brian Thomas Higgins, Shawn Lee Mahan

Lyric:
Daddy told me, look into the future
Sit at your computer, be a good girl
And Momma said, "Remember you're a lady
Think before you play and straighten your curls"

Well, everybody's talking like I'm crazy
Dangerous and lazy, girl with no soul
But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding, baby
'Cos I'm slidin' out of control

Here I go off the road, crank the stereo
I flick a finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hand, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me

Daddy always told me to remember
Leave the boys to later, don't you drop down
Momma said, I'd never get to Heaven
Hanging 'til eleven with the wrong crowd

Everybody's talking like I'm lonely
Just another phoney girl who got played
But I dig the music that I'm making, baby
And I'll break it into your brain

Here I go, off the road, crank the stereo
I flick a finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hand, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth, because it might show

I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me

I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me

I don't need no good advice
No well intentioned sacrifice
And I don't need no Sunday trips
No chocolate box or speed for kicks

Hell, I don't need no beauty sleep
No need to count those dirty sheep
And I don't need no bedtime prayer
'Cos frankly I don't even care