Nervous with good reason
I stampede and hide from you
A hunter and its open season
but I will stumble into you
Throw pasta through the air,
But my heart is still broken
and this Rasta braid is the heir
of yet another demon woken
Citations, compliments– you hit the mark
I capture my smile that is posed
I tan in the sun when I hear a dog bark
Ions hit my skin thats exposed
Nervous with good reason
I stampede and hide from you
Youre a hunter and its open season
and I will be easy prey to you