I got Aretha
In the morning
High on my headphones and walking to school
I got the blues
In springtime
Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes
Mama she'd notice but she's always crying
I got no-one to confide in
Aretha nobody but you
And mama she'd notice but she's always fighting
Something in her mind
And it sounds like breaking glass
I tell Aretha
In the morning
High on my headphones and walking to school
I got the blues
In springtime
Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes
“You got the words
Baby you got the words
You got the words
Baby you got the words!”
Oh Aretha
Aretha I don't wanna go to school
Cause they just don't understand me
And I think the place is cruel
“Child
Sing out
Raise your voice
Stand up on your own
Go out there and strike out!”
I tell Aretha
In the morning
High on my headphones and walking to school
I got the blues
In springtime
Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes
But I got the words
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