I’ve gotta find a way
To forget about the words
They fell out of your mouth
Now I’m shouting out
You’re so wrong about me
When you’re sipping your tea
You think you’re so much better
You can’t predict the weather
you tell me to wear a sweater
but I'm not cold
I break all the standard molds
I'm made of gold
I'm not sold
on your lies
they are covered in flies
and maggots