Teksty: Najwa Nimri. Other. Pixie / Boys, Boys, Boys.

I'm a pixie, i'm a paper doll
I'm a cartoon

I'm a chipper cheerful free for all
And i light up a room

I'm "a color me" happy girl
Miss "live and let live"
And when they're out for blood
I always give

The man behind the counter looks like he's got a hald a dozen places he'd rather be
And furthermore it looks like he's prepared to take it all out on me

Buddy, i don't really care
What your problem is
Don't make it mine
Come on kids, let's all hold hands and pretend we're having a good time

Boys, boys, boys
I'm looking for a good time
Boys, boys, boys
I'm ready for your love

Maybe you don't like your job
Maybe you didn't get enough sleep
Nobody likes their jobs
Nobody got enough sleep

You just had the worst day in your life
There's no escape and there's no excuse
So just suck up, suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice
Suck up, suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice
Suck up and be nice