I ain't afraid though my steps appear tentative
I scope it out then I throw myself into it
I ain't ashamed and the fact that I'm sensitive
I believe that is the perfect adjective
I want my feelings on my sleeve, I suggested it
It serves me better than to swallow in a sedative
I am what I am and I'm good at it
And you don't like me, well that isn't ****ing relevant
Don't call me mad
There's a difference, I'm angry
And your choice to call me cute has offеnded me
I have powеr, there are people who depend on me
And even you have time you wish to spend on me
And now you all think I'm unhinged
But wind it up and this honeybee stings
Did you think I was a puppet on strings?
Wind her up and this honeybee sings
Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun will shine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile
Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun will shine
If you want me you can find me at the bar
Lost souls congregate at the bar
Take a minute and remember who you are
Sip a drink, sip of water, you're a star
Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun will shine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile
Ah, ah, ah, ah, sun will shine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, smile