Thursday, March 28, 2002

It's not my style to be prophetic
I'm more at home being just pathetic
I've always liked to do what I'm told
I'll take your order; I'm not that bold
But once you've stepped on my toes
Well, baby that's one thing that everyone knows
Don't mess with me-
I may look nice but I'm not
Don't mess with me-
You don't know what I've got

Hey why don't you come out and play
I'll make the sun come out today
I don't know how to get through to you
It makes me so mad I don't know what to do
You laugh and you cry and you scream and you sigh
But I'm gettin so sick of you I wish I could die
Don't mess with me-
I've played this game before
Don't mess with me-
I'll hit you so hard you'll come back for more

But I'll stil push you away.
I don't want to play today.
I just wish you'd all go away
Things aren't supposed to be this way...

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