I want to sing but I croak
My inner tune is broke
My voice is sounding worse
Than a giraffe's asshole
When I dance I just slip
And my rhythm has no grip
You should give me the whip
Cause my complaints got no wit
I wanna make you smile
But you look at me and say "oh my..."
I miss the target by miles
No one ever likes that style
I should really erase my false notes
Why did I click send? Its such a joke
I don't reconize myself and all I quote
And it doesn't even float my boat
I must find back my song
That one I used to shout along
The one bout freedom and joy
The one that changes the world
