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