I sit in Tracy's bedroom
In my knee socks
And Chelsea's beanie
Talking boyfriends,
Tongues and weenies
Eating ice cream
Until we sleep
I'd like to paint a picture
Of a bluebird
Flying freely
Through the treetops
Leaving all the other birdies
Down below
That's just me
Can't you see?
That's just me
I'm Just Me
Tracy talks all night
About the random type
Of guys she likes
To kiss before she
Knows his name
It's called the stranger
Kissing game
That's just me
Can't you see?
That's just me
I'm Just Me
Sitting on the bleachers
While we're hiding
From our teachers
Watching football
Practice picking out the cute boys
We don't know
That's just me
Can't you see?
That's just me
I'm Just Me
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