I know so many white people. I mean, where do I start?. The trouble with white people. Is you can't tell them apart. . I'm so bad with names. And dates and times.
They told you your music could reach millions. The choice was up to you. You told me they always pay for lunch. And they believe in what I do. And I wonder if you'll miss your old friends.
I hate you sometimes. But I love to be your queen. You are my muse. Got me smoking nicotine. . I watch you sometimes. From oh so far away. But I can't forget you.
I am not a pretty girl,. That is not what I do.. I ain't no damsel in distress,. And I don't need to be rescued.. . So, so put me down punk.. Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?.
In a forest of stone. Underneath the corporate canopy. Where the sun. Rarely. Filters. Down. The ground. Is not so soft. Not so soft. . They build buildings to house people.