People say
If I don't want to bake
In the sun all day
Then I'm insane
You'd say the same
If I went out my way
To get a perfect bod
With a rocking babe
I'm wanted in joy
Cause I'm not like a toy
I'm a person not a waste of space
Exhausted and bruised
And I run on the fumes
From the energy from yesterday
But I'm always wrong
All the time