I put the fight in flight, the or is obsolete Know that I’ll wear you down even in our dreams I’d like to be the girl who you could call sweet But I’ve got a mean streak And a war inside of me Oh how i love to be a girl collecting trinkets, trauma, pearls An endless urge to run away then to buy a house with you and paint the kitchen green but I don’t know anything Oh how I love to be twenty-something There’s always a joke but is it ever funny? A little voice saying “it’ll all be fine” So we lay down, mess around, sip our wine I'm feeling lucky right? Am I doing it alright? Oh how love to be a girl Give me the keys I want the world An endless urge to run away then to buy a house with you and paint the kitchen green but I don’t know anything As the decade dies Will I still sparkle up your eye? Will I see myself through mine? Mmmm Will we have all that we need? Can we paint the kitchen green? Have lots of shelves to put our things I can be sweet Oh how I love to be a girl collecting trinkets, trauma, pearls An endless urge to run away then to buy a house with you and paint the kitchen green but I don’t know anything