From the moment I was taught to resist the education, awoo
To hold it hostage until I know he loves me, awoo
With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power, awoo
The feeling of the end of my last examination, awoo
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.
How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities, awoo
I'd rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination, awoo
If I am naked on the throne, I'll be working in bone yard, awoo
Haunts the blood like a bad reputation, awoo
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.
I've got 25 bucks can you save my reputation? awoo
Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever, awoo.
But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities, awoo.
I'll be working for my own, now at least I'll know he loves me not, awoo.
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.
awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.
