Sanoja: John Grant. Silver Platter Club.

I wish that I could get up in the early morning time
Things would fall out of the sky into my lap

I wish I had the brain of a tyrannosaurus rex
So that I wouldn't have to deal with all this crap

I wish that I'd been born with skin that turned to golden brown
While at the beach relaxing in the summer time

I wish that I was good at football, baseball and lacrosse
Darts and basketball, and poker, golf and chess

I'm sorry that they didn't hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to become
The man you think I should aspire to

I wish I had the genes of Edwardo Verastegui
That I was effortlessly masculine as well

I wish that confidence was all you could see in my eyes
Like those interviews in locker rooms with talented sports guys

I wish I had no self-awareness like the guys I know
Float right through their lives without a thought

And that I didn't give a shit what anybody thought of me
That I was so relaxed you'd think that I was bored

I'm sorry that they didn't hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to become
The man you think I should aspire to

I'm sorry that they didn't hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to become
The man you think I should aspire to

I'm sorry that they didn't hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to become
The man you think I should aspire to

I'm sorry that they didn't hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to become
The man you think I should aspire to

I'm sorry that they didn't hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you

(Was that my other one?)

[[by ear; probably not all right]]