Text: Nelly Furtado. Folklore. The Grass Is Green.

Oh, I once had something, something that was so good
Better than the last thing I touched
Then turned right around on that something
Yes I figured I didn't like that much

Oh yeah, the grass is green but can you tell me
Can you feel it, I wanna feel it
Oh yeah, the grass is green but I think I've stained my jeans
And now everybody knows that I've been in it

I am a believer but as I was standing in line
Somebody took my place
Yes, I'm a believer, never mind what they say
I got so tired along the way

Oh yeah, the grass is green but can you tell me
Can you feel it, I just wanna feel it
Oh yeah, the grass is green but I think I've stained my jeans
And now everybody knows that I've been in it

And I got a skeleton that's deeper than any closet
And a bomb that I will drop on it
You opened up to me till I could only see
The beauty in your dishonesty, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, the grass is green but can you tell me
Can you feel it, I just wanna feel it
And oh yeah, the grass is green but I think I've stained my jeans
And now baby you can tell that I've been it

Oh yeah, the grass is green but it's not what it seems
'Cause when you think you want it you just need it
Forget just what you need, the clock is ticking
And this life is a train, man, I think you're on it

And it's what you wanted
And it's what you needed
It's what you wanted
And it's what you needed
What you always said you wanted, wanted
Wanted, wanted, wanted
Is it what you needed
And what you wanted