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