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

But you got the words, baby you got the words

You got the words, baby you got the words

Oh Aretha

Aretha, I don't want to 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

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

I got the words

I got the words

I got the words

I got the words