Ticket To Morocco - Lyrics by Amy Court

You say hello
I throw my kisses to the carpet
Oh don’t you even get me started
You’re the only one to blame

And I think you ought to know
I’ve gone to pieces, I’ve gone frantic
That’s the code word for romantic
I’m blowing smoke rings in your name

I need wisdom I need luck
I need money in my pocket

It seems my heart
Is like a fortress made of matchsticks
And with a little force, disastrous
A downward spiral into bliss

I got a million things to do
I can’t be all hung up on you
I swear I’m much too smart for this
Conflicted, convoluted, complicated show of confidence

I need wisdom I need luck
I need money in my pocket
Need a ticket to Morocco
What I don’t need is your love

Think about you all the time
Wish these eyes for you’d go blind

I need wisdom I need luck
I need money in my pocket
Need a ticket to Morocco
What I don’t need is your love