Lord, help me, I can't change

 

Better keep it down cause the walls are thin and the word is out now

 

Bleach my hair, mess it up - take my life, dress it up

 

All that glitters don't turn to gold

 

Something sweet and sticky runnin' down my hand

 

So if you need perfect, I'm not built for you

 

I kissed a girl and I liked it

 

So in the past is where we'll leave it

 

Fitting you with weapons in the form of words

 

It's a cruel, cruel summer

 

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain

 

I'm the type to feel comfortable when in danger, call me crazy. I get vulnerable in a net for my safety

 

Moi aussi un jour je serai beau comme un Dieu, sexy boy

 

Son, you don't have to fight to be a man