Flips flops hurt my feet
I can take it, I'll take em off
Walk in the street that's putting blisters on my feet
In my favorite grey tee
Our hands bumping but not touching
But I know you'll kiss me
You always do
I love these boys
That can rap so well
And the things they write make me feel so small
Michael I miss you
Daddy I miss you
This Florida trip might make it worse
I might begin to see things that'll make the burns hurt
My scars are bigger than yours
I'm a tough one
Don't touch me
I don't need your sympathy
I don't need a chair
Ill use a pen to tie up my hair
Manicures are a waste of money
Money I could use on us, honey
No, baby, you don't gotta carry me
I can take a bigger **** rip than any girl you'd meet
Ill show you