I ain't afraid though my steps appear tentative I scope it out then I throw myself into it I ain't ashamed in the fact that I'm sensitive I believe that is the perfect adjective I wear my feelings on my sleeve, I suggested it It serves me better than to swallow in a sedative I am what I am and I'm good at it And you don't like me well that isn't fucking relevant
Don't call me mad There's a difference, I'm angry And your choice to call me cute has offended me I have power, there are people who depend on me And even you have time you wish to spend on me And now you all think I'm unhinged But wind it up and this honeybee stings Did you think I was a puppet on strings? Wind her up and this honeybee sings
Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun and the shine Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun and the shine Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile
If you want me you can find me at the bar Lost souls congregate at the bar Take a minute and remember who you are Sip your drink, sip one more and you're a star
Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun and the shine Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun and the shine Ah, ah, ah, ah, smileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
