I'm so sick of being seiged They bury me I can't grow my leaves
They said go get a job Or lose some weight Or maybe you just need to wait
But maybe that's not for me La da da da da yeah Maybe that's not for me La da da da da yeah Maybe that's not for me
Let me pack my bags and go Get money from show to show Drill and blasting on the road Well i'll be on my way home They said you're just the girl with the guitar Poor kid you ain't goin' far
But just let me be me La da da da da yeah Just let me be me La da da da da yeah Just let me be me La da da da da yeah
But just let me be me La da da da da yeah Just let me be me La da da da da yeah Just let me be me La da da da da yeah
I don't know what I'll be One day I'll build a house next to the sea Maybe a mother of three Maybe dogs on my mid-fourty
As long as i'll be me La da da da da yeah As long as i'll be me