Three, two, one

Don't wanna make nobody angry

Don't wanna wish nobody dead

Don't wanna tell nobody to go to hell

And end up in hell instead

I remember eight years old

And the boys were throwing apples at my head

They were laughing Sunday morning

At my black eye and my brand new dress (Yeah)

Don't believe I want a Happy Meal

Don't believe blondes have more fun

Don't believe those pills will make me feel

Loved by everyone

When I spin that radio dial around

And hear nothing but "We've Only Just Begun" (Oh yeah)

I swear some guy in a suit somewhere

Is laughing at his little fun

I wear a helmet and a seatbelt at home

Thought that would save me but it won't

I bolt the door and now there's strangers on the phone

It's not what they say it's what they don't

(Ah, mmm, yeah yeah yeah)

Don't wanna make nobody angry

Don't wanna wish nobody dead

Don't wanna be the girl on the tilt-a-whirl

Hanging by a thread

Does virtual reality mean

All of this is only in my head? (Now think about it)

Then we both pull up to the big red stop

And the cop says "Go ahead"

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Feel good