Choices

i feel i aint got no choice i feel like throwin my toys out the pram out the way out the way i feel i aint got no choice i feel like throwin my toys out the way i got no pay my luck went thaaaat way. thaaaat way when im feelin sad i blow up when im feelin glad i sow up stitchin my clothes up time to take a perfect picture ready for my close up time to talk instead i cloose up i gotta get my flows up like water on the back of cold shoulder ice cold ya shes ice cold ya flows up like a river and im exposed here i dont knoow here im aloone here no phone no home aloone here and everytime i run around i froze up and everytine i run around i get dizzy hair frizzy run around lost easy breeze flees fleas from me feel clean im lean mean duckin machine stay far away and i stay okay just okay and not too bad sher im grand i got it planned its all gonna be ooooookay still nooo pay. so i run away la la la la la la la la la laaaa la