Album: unreleased
I’m a laid back, t-shirt blue jean mood ring kind of girl
Hey yeah, but what’s the word on you
Lay low, I’m a mission rebel angel devil
A little left of the middle
Sometimes I get temperamental
Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
But what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me
I’m poetry, complicated simply stated
Hey yeah, baby how about you
I was born free
I’m a cell phone hippie, are you with me
When I mess up I don’t get up I just get down
Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
But what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me
It’s raining on Sunday
There’s nothing on TV
Yesterday was lonely
You’re the only one who gets me
My mind is like an island drifting through the ocean
I can’t stop thinking about you
I bet you’re thinking of me too
Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
But what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me
Here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
But what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me
