(Yeah) I ain't afraid, though my steps appear tentative
I scope it out then I throw myself into it
I ain't ashamed in the fact that I'm sensitive
I believe that it is the perfect adjective
I wear my feelings on my sleeve, I suggested it
It serves me better than to swallow in a sedative
I am what I am and I'm good at it
And you don't like me? Well, that isn't fucking relevant
(Yeah) Don't call me mad, there's a difference, I'm angry
And your choice to call mе cute has offended mе
I have power, there are people who depend on me
And even you have time you wish to spend on me
And now you all think I'm unhinged
But wind it up and this honeybee stings
Did you think I was a puppet on strings?
Wind her up and this honeybee sings
Ah-ah-ah-ah, sun and the shine
Ah-ah-ah-ah, smile
Ah-ah-ah-ah, sun and the shine
(Yeah) If you want me, you can find me at the bar
Lost souls congregate at the bar
Take a minute and remember who you are
Sip your drink, sip one more and you're a star
Ah-ah-ah-ah, sun and the shine
Ah-ah-ah-ah, smile
Ah-ah-ah-ah, sun and the shine
Ah-ah-ah-ah, smile
Ah, ah, ah (smile)
Ah-ah-ah-ah