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Woorden: Melissa Etheridge. Breakdown. Mama I'm Strange.

What's this little lie
They keep on tellin' me
It's just another high
They keep on sellin' me
I was only five
They fed me so much jive
They said just have a ball
Just be a Barbie doll
They churned and burned me out
Until they turned me out
Over and over again

Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks
On the back of my brain
I'm descending, pretending, I'm blending
I'm going insane
And they want me to change
Mama I'm strange

I'm on a shaky wall
I'm trippin' down my hall
And all the king's men can't
Can't sew me up again
I got a leaky head
Don't know the full extent
I'm drownin' in my bed
I'm just an accident
They chewed and blew me out
Until they threw me out
Over and over again

Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks
On the back of my brain
I'm descending, pretending, I'm blending
I'm going insane
And they want me to change
Mama I'm strange

If I could tranquilize
I might just vaporize
They couldn't supervise
They couldn't criticize
I have no evidence
I have no reverence
It makes no difference
I have no innocence

Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks
On the back of my brain
I'm descending, pretending, I'm blending
I'm going insane
And they want me to change
Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks
On the back of my brain
I'm descending, pretending, I'm blending
I'm going insane
And they want me to change
I'm going insane
I don't need a change
Mama I'm strange
Mama I'm strange
Mama I'm strange