Mr. Softie

Mr. softie, walks down the street on his own 

cries on command, lets everybody know 

He lives inside his head 

He paints a picture clean 

but its not what it seems 

mr softie, sits in the back of the car 

plays his friends, like deck of cards 

He lives inside his head 

He paints a picture clean 

but its not what it seems 

but its not what it seems