It takes more than I got to hold my tongue
You shot me with a wooden gun
And though the shot won't kill me it still bruises skin
that you don't believe in what your mouth runs
Get your cannons ready, light the wick
It will take more than an argument to change my mind
So why keep trying?
Keep trying, and you will never talk me out of it.
y'all should take notice to the awesome green nail polish i got yesterday!