I'm a laid back, t-shirt, blue jeans, mood ring kinda girl
Hey, yeah, what's a word on you?
Lay low, I'm mission rebel, angel devil
Little left of the middle
Sometimes I get temperamental
But here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all a range
Get a look on the inside
What you get, is what you see
Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me
I'm a poetry, complicated, simply stated
Hey, yeah, baby how about you
I was born free, I'm a cell phone hippie, are you with me?
When I mess up, I don't get up
I just get down to you
But here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all a range
Get a look on the inside
What you get, is what you see
Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me
It's raining on Sunday, there's nothing on TV
Yesterday was lonely, you're the only one who gets me
My mind is like an island, drifting throught the ocean
I can't stop thinking about you, I bet you're thinking of me too
But here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all a range
Get a look on the inside
What you get, is what you see
Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me, yeah
But here I am, an open book
Turn the page, it's all a range
Get a look on the inside
What you get, is what you see
Baby, you hold the key
to the diary of me.