On a High Ledge

Father, I think I'm different I don't like playing with the other boys Father, I'm different I like the way the flowers smell On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge I want to cry but I don't know how My lips are chapped My hands are soft Circles don't fit into squares On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge On a high ledge, on a high ledge (Man up, man) (Man up, man) (Man up, man) (Man up, man)