All the girls they’re smiling
Other girls they’re sliding
They’re breaking up and making up as if this life were but a joke
They’re ever riding
This highway’s jungle
It’s a profit zone
There’s vows to break, it’s a game of give and take
More than you can own
But then there’s this sensitive one
She feels lost amongst the riot
She can’t fight, her nerves collide
She tries so hard to hide it
This girl she’s lonely
Her boy doesn’t see
That her treasure, her true core, is a key
Her sensitivity
“Oh grow out of it
And be brave like me
I steal and fight, I lie with all my might
The world is my cup of tea”
And yet this sensitive one
Is getting along at a different pace
She keeps at bay
Far from the race
She puts bars in front
Just to hide her scars
But in prison it is hard to open your heart
So she tries to get beyond
She knows her place
She feels the need
For guardians and advisors, she’s
In touch with her inner peace
You know this sensitive one
Is guided through this world
She is witnessing her force
Her spirit is like a wild horse
She’s ever riding
This highway’s jungle
In the profit zone she’s experiencing how
She can own it
In the profit zone she’s experiencing how
She can own it