Robyn

None of these boys can dance Not a single one of them stand a chance All of them girls a mess I′ve seen it all before, I′m not impressed None of them get my sex None of them move my intellect None of them work for me None of them make me feel anythin

maybe we could make it all right we could make it better sometime maybe we could make it happen baby we could keep trying but things will never change so i don't look back still i'm dying with every step i take but i don't look back just a little, li

it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain as if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain there'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again just the sweet pain of watching your back as you walk as i'm watching you wa

Good girls are pretty like all the time I'm just pretty some of the time Good girls are happy and satisfied I won't stop asking until I die I just can't deal with the rules I can't take the pressure Who's that girl that you dream of? Who's that girl

I should write a song about you and all the shit that you do You don't even know what's up But soon it all comes crashing down on you Since we're on the subject tell me why your name's in the dictionary when I look up idiot Check yourself, it's very

Konichiwa Records It's gonna be OK OK OK Hey little star Don't be afraid We all fall apart And make mistakes Don't you know when nothing ever seem to make sense You put your dancing shoes on and do it again You know I believe it if you say you can So