IT'S JUST ME
When I was old enough to make a choice
Exert my authority, raise my voice
Not all I said or all I did
Was what the doctor ordered
If I was given half a chance
A quarter would be work and a quarter romance
I was never one to stand,
Just kept moving forward
If I had had the will to change
My priorities might be rearranged
But what I say and do
Remains the same
If you had the notion to be ashamed of me
I'd have said what will be will be will be
I'm just one of those wild horses
That won't be tamed
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