Little chameleon You change and you shift Whatever the current You happily drift And who are you really? Nobody can tell Perhaps it's just as well
Little miss Magpie The things that you steal Are shiny and plastic And not really real You cobble together a self, I suppose That no one really knows
No accent or phrase or dialect Are safe when you're looking to collect Opinions and traits And gestures and gaits And stories from everyone Little chameleon
Little miss patchwork You stitch and you glue Til standing before you Is what you call You Who knows how it feels Or if even it does Or if you ever were Or it ever wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
