Sunday, January 27, 2008

My Life

Don't go telling me I have no rhythm
I dance to my own music
Playing in my head

No, don't say I've got the words wrong
I sing my own songs
About how I feel

You know, I'm sick and tired of you
Tired of your trashy talk
I wear what I want on my catwalk

I'm me
So that's who I'll be
I don't need you tellin' me how to beat my drums

You do it your way
I'll do it mine
I don't have the chords wrong if that's how I write 'em

I'll keep away from you
If that's what you want
'Cause now it's plain as day
We'll never get along

I got my beat
You got yours
They don't mix
And that's just how it goes

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I LOVE THAT!!!YOU GO GIRL!!