Sexy Clown

Am I full of shit

Or maybe halfway full?

I started a bit rough

Oops, did I turn you off?

I should pace myself

Be more coherent

Keep it relevant

With games and amusement

I'm such a dreamer

Oh, ain't that a bummer

You'll have to bring me down

To being just a clown

It's the uneasiness

Of my selfishness

That makes me stubborn

And very slow to learn

It's tricky to concede

That in reality

There are so many things

I wish I could be

Being a pleaser

I'd love to be your bitch

And offer you my heart

Right on a selfie stick

Then a part of me thinks

Oh God, did I just say this?

Really, could it be

I'd love to be a bitch?

I'm ever so sorry

I don't think I fit

Any categories

Of the given list

All these people, all these sounds

Make the world go round and round

If I really have to choose

I'd rather be me than be you

Can you feel the cutting-edge

Of my dying tenderness?

It's the ugly I possess

That makes your beauty meaningless

I should, I should, I should, I should

Shouldn't I?

Could I, could I, could I, could I?

No!

To put it candidly

We all hope for the best

But maybe could that be

Just a little bit phoney?

Don't try to flatter me

Don't tell me you're impressed

I know what you're here for

The backstage access

I sense discomfort

Try to keep your cool

Did my innocence

Make you feel vulnerable?

Don't worry about me

Don't display your regrets

Find satisfaction

In the heavy awkwardness

All these people, all these sounds

Make the world go round and round

If I really have to choose

I'd rather be me than be you

Can you feel the cutting-edge

Of my dying tenderness?

It's the ugly I possess

That makes your beauty meaningless

Say it one more time

I'm ever so sorry

Now watch me act a fool

With your stupid rules

Don't mind my language

If I sound salty is that

In the past few years

I've been way too friendly

I should be moving on

Let go of tradition

I'm aware I'm kindnesses

Is way out of fashion

You like it when I'm mean

You find it sexy?

Don't get it confused

'Cause I do it for me

All these people, all these sounds

Make the world go round and round

If I really have to choose

I'd rather be me than be you

Can you feel the cutting-edge

Of my dying tenderness

It's the ugly I possess

That makes your beauty meaningless

All these people, all these sounds

Make the world go round and round

If I really have to choose

I'd rather be me than be you

Can you feel the cutting-edge

Of my dying tenderness?

It's the ugly I possess

That makes your beauty meaningless