Lyrics

I wake up groovin'
Ah-ha-ha
Already seven, no movin'
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I throw a tantrum
Ah-ha-ha


You think it's easy
But I'm feeling real uneasy
'bout the sanction, oh the action
Papa's look is so displeasing
Mama knows, oh she knows
That a timeout really slows

But they are only games
And after time
They are memories, not a life's frame
It's not forever, these little files
Honestly, when I cry
That's just part of my story's style