Romie Adler's Musical Guide

Chapter 5: "Little Miss" - Sugarland

Lyrics:

LITTLE MISS
Down on love,
LITTLE MISS
I give up,
LITTLE MISS
I'll get tough, don't you worry 'bout me anymore

LITTLE MISS
Checkered dress,
LITTLE MISS
One big mess,
LITTLE MISS
I'll take less when I always give that so much more

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
It'll be alright again, it'll be alright again
I'm okay, it'll be alright again,
I'm okay (okay) it'll be alright again,
I'm okay

LITTLE MISS
Do your best,
LITTLE MISS
Never rest,
LITTLE MISS
Be my guest
I'll make more anytime it runs out

LITTLE MISS
You'll go far,
LITTLE MISS
Hide your scars,
LITTLE MISS
Who you are is so much more than you like to talk about

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
It'll be alright again, it'll be alright again,
I'm okay, it'll be alright again,
I'm okay (okay) it'll be alright again,
I'm okay

Hold on, hold on, you are loved, are loved

LITTLE MISS
Brand new start,
LITTLE MISS
Do your part,
LITTLE MISS
Big ole heart beats wide open
She's ready now for love

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
It'll be alright again, it'll be alright again
I'm okay, it'll be alright again,
I'm okay (okay) it'll be alright again,
I'm okay,
It'll be alright again

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       For the next couple of day or so I didn't even bother answering my phone. I got a text message from Jax, but I told him that I had to get ready for finals this week and graduation the following. I wasn't able to do much of anything, besides make a home out of my dorm. I don't remember the last time I spent this much time in my dorm room.
       I even got a text message from Dex, saying "hey" like he was some teenage girl that was nervous about talking to that cute guy in her math class. I didn't feel the need to respond, because it wasn't like I was going to go grab a coffee with him even if I needed a study break.

       Finals were finally over and it was time for graduation, the most stressful week of my life! I had cigarettes to help calm me down, yes I caved and bought a pack. I told Charlie and at first she was disappointed in me, but then got over it and realized I was a big girl. When I was younger -- sixteen years old -- I would steal cigarettes out of my mom's pack, but she eventually noticed, so I got over the habit. I hadn't picked it back up until now, I know the risks of smoking, but honestly I don't care too much. At the rate I'm going, I might have an early death anyway.
       Sorry... I'm getting distracted, probably because it's graduation day, and I"m nervous as all hell. I'm freaking out man and I really want a cigarette, but I have to sit in the most uncomfortable auditorium seat like a good little student. I wish we could have the ceremony outside, so people couldn't do shit about me smoking, because the ceremony is outside like the law says. Fuck the stupid "you can no longer smoke indoors" law, I wish I lived in the south because most don't care about that rule.
       I wish I could get my diploma mailed to me instead of having to sit through all the bullshit talk about how wonderful things are to come of our future, on a chair where I can feel the spring on my ass. UCLA wasn't even creative enough to come up with their own school color, so we all get to wear black robes -- but hey at least it's a slimming color. The only thing I miss about high school is how they got creative and made up school colors, and had spirit weeks; where we had to wear those colors to events.
       Even though I am sitting here at this "graduation" ceremony, I don't even know if I passed my finals, or classes, or even college. Grades haven't even been posted yet, so if they call your name then you know all your hard work had paid off. But... if they don't call your name, then you are a failure at your own life, and your future is fucked. How messed up is that? If they don't call my name, I guess I could find a career out of flipping burgers at the local Johnny Rockets, then move up to chief chili fry maker in a week or two. Yes, that was a reference to the band Insane Clown Posse, Juggalo Homies y'all.