Awoo

From the moment I was taught to resist the education awoo

To hold it hostage until I know he loves me awoo

With a shrug and an ugh I unleash my holy power awoo

The feeling of the end of my last examination awoo

Awoo

Awoo

A ye a ya

Awoo

Awoo

A ye a ya

How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities a woo

I'd rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination awoo

If I am naked on the throne I'll be working in bone yard awoo

Haunts the blood like a bad reputation awoo

Awoo

Awoo

A ye a ya

Awoo

Awoo

A ye a ya

I've got 25 bucks can you save my reputation awoo

Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever awoo

But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities awoo

I'll be working for my own now at least I'll know he loves me not awoo

Awoo

Awoo

A ye a ya

Awoo

Awoo

A ye a ya