tenho saudades de canções pop assim e da voz de harriet wheeler.
esta é uma das pérolas escondidas em "reading, writing and arithmetic",
afinal a instrução primária que aprendemos com os sundays.

Where's the harm in voicing a doubt

You'll find me in the lavatory

And where's the harm in talking out loud

When I'm on my own

What's so wrong with reading my stars

When I'll be in the lavatory

And what is so wrong with counting the cars

When I'm all alone

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

So I say I'm in love with the world

And what is so wrong with voicing a doubt

When I'm on my own

It's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair

From Monday 'til Saturday

And what is so wrong with talking out loud

When I'm all alone

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You're, you're not the only one that I know

But I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

So they rode out west to the seaside

And they gladly decided to stay

After two hours wandering outside

Ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You're not the only one that I know

And I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

You're not the only one

But I'm far too proud you're so

You're young

But I know, I know, I know, I know

I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

But if you do, don't you know

That I don't mind, no, no, no