(Eeeeeeeee) don’t wanna argue, don’t wanna argue about things sleeping in the dirt, issues laid to rest, your former lovers came, went, failed to say hello. what’s that mean about me, what’s becoming of my gravity, i still like to dance, i still go crazy for a worthwhile romance, not up to me if i have a chance. oh baby i am kicking and screaming, i never consented to your peek-a-boo trance, do i get older year to year, i figure I’m the witness of the extraordinary, of the fabulously unclear. you don’t get to play with that, no one gets to play with me. Beneath my skin I got armies of onions, and legions of lightning, but i still like to dance, and I go crazy for a worthwhile romance, not up to me if i have a chance. oh baby i am kicking and screaming, i never consented to your peek-a-boo trance (eeeeeeeeeee)
