Aretha

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