Aretha

I got Aretha in the morning High on my headphones and walking to school I got the blues in springtime cuz I know that I'll never have the right shoes Momma she'd notice but she's always crying I got no one to confide in, Aretha nobody but you Momma 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 cuz I know that I'll never have the right shoes You got the words, baby you got the words (x2) 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 singer, raise your voice Stand up on your own, go out there and strike out I tell Aretha in the morning High on my headphones and walking to school I got the blues in springtime cuz I know that I'll never have the right shoes But I got the words