Grumblanto

She's taking it down, making up the reasons to justify all the hurt inside Guess she knows, from the smiles and the look in their eyes Everyone's got a theory by the bitter ones They're saying, mama never loved her much, and that it never keeps in touch That's why she shines away from human affection But somewhere in a private place, she packs her bags right out of space And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come I would fly you to the moon and back if you'd be If you'd be my baby