I don't like the money
And the jokes aren't funny
Is there anyone who has a personality
I've heard your best pick up
And I've put on the makeup
Can we stop this and skip to the personality
High, high
Maybe I rode
This high too long
High, high
Maybe I rode
This high too long
This high too long
Maybe In a new world
I won't be the blue girl
Writing perfect colors 'cause I like to people please
You like posed and pretty
I like reckless hippie
I am not the stargirl in your velvet galaxy
High, high
Maybe I rode
This high too long
High, high
Maybe I rode
This high too long
This high too long
Maybe I rode
This high too long
This high too long
What's with the broken glasses
And the tattered sashes
What's with the stressed occasions
And the heart persuasion
Maybe I rode
This high too long
Maybe I rode
This high too long
