I'm a pixie I'm a paperdoll I'm a cartoon I'm a chipper cheerful free for all And I light up a room I'm the color me happy girl Miss live and let live And when they're out for blood I always give
The man behind the counter looks like he's got A half a dozen places he'd rather be And furthermore it looks like he's prepared To take it all out on me Buddy, I don't really care what your problem is Just don't make it mine Come on kids, let's all hold hands And pretend we're having a good time
Maybe you don't like your job Maybe you didn't get enough sleep Well, nobody likes their job Nobody got enough sleep Maybe you just had The worst day of your life But, you know, there's no escape And there's no excuse So just suck up and be nice
All the privileged white kids on TV Playing at death Brandishing their cold cuts With their ghostly make-up And their heroin breath And all the little fishes are flapping wildly On their hooks While all the top critics find great meaning In the telephone book
The little emperor he has no clothes So he can't come out to play And besides which life is suffering And he likes it that way And the little guy is not so friendly But you know life has been cruel So wipe that smile off your face baby And try to be cool
Maybe you don't like your job Maybe you didn't get enough sleep Well, nobody likes their job Nobody got enough sleep Maybe you just had The worst day of your life But, you know, there's no escape And there's no excuse So just suck up and be nice
Yeah, I would like to perfect the art Of being studiously aloof Like life is just a boring chore And I am living proof I could join forces with an army Of ornery hipsters But then I guess I'd be out of a job So I guess that's out of the picture
Cause I'm a pixie I'm a paperdoll I'm a cartoon I'm a chipper cheerful free for all And I light up a room I'm the color me happy girl Miss live and let live And when they're out for blood I always giveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
