I ain't afraid though my
steps appear tentative
I scope it out then I
throw myself into it
I ain't ashamed in the
fact that I'm sensitive
I believe that it is the
perfect adjective
I wear my feelings on my
sleeve, I suggested it
it serves me better than
to swallow in a sedative
I am what I am
and I'm good at it
and you don't like me
well that isn't
f**king relevant
Yeah don't call me mad
there's a difference
I'm angry
and your choice to call
me cute has offended me
I have power
there are people
who depend on me
and even you have
time you wish
to spend on me
And now you all think
I'm unhinged
but wind it up
and this honeybee stings
Did you think
I was a puppet on strings?
Wind her up and
this honeybee sings
Ah, ah, ah, ah
sun and the shine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile
Ah, ah, ah, ah
sun and the shine
Yeah if you want me
you can find me at the bar
lost souls
congregate at the bar
Take a minute and
remember who you are
sip your drink
sip one more
and you're a star
Instrumental
Ah, ah, ah, ah
sun and the shine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile
Ah, ah, ah, ah
sun and the shine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile
Ah, ah, ah, aaaaah
Ah, ah, ah, aaaaah