If It Makes You Happy - Gabrielle Aplin

I been long, a long way from here

Put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes

And drank 'til I was thirsty again

We went searchin', through thrift store jungles

Found Geronimo’s rifle, Marilyn’s shampoo

And Benny Goodman’s corset and pen

Okay, I made this up

I promised I’d never give up

If it makes you happy

It can’t be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad?

You get down, real low down

You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train

Well, who hasn’t been there before?

Well, okay, I still get stoned

I’m not the kind of girl you’d take home

If it makes you happy

It can’t be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad?

If it makes you happy

It can’t be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad?

Why the hell are you so sad?

Why the hell are you so sad?

We’ve been far, far away from here

Put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes

And everywhere in between

If it makes you happy