Blue-Haired Baby

She's got blue hair, bubblegum mind. Likes to ride, always crossing the line. Silver chains on her neck, ringing time with the Street. Turning every gray road into a late night Scene. She's got blue hair, bubblegum mind. Likes to ride, always crossing the line. Silver chains on her neck, ringing time with the Street. Turning every gray road into a late night Scene. She pulls faces, runs from the rules. Winks at the signs that say no fun, No fools. Signing hurricane in a candy coat. You hear trouble coming in her every note. She spins on the sidewalk, chalk on her hands. Drawing little kingdoms no one understands. Eyes like fireworks, sparks in her smile. Turning every boring minute to a wild freestyle. Blue-haired baby, never asking maybe. Spinning in the rain like the world's her Playground. Little bit childish, Wild in her veins. Laughing at the maps while the others feel ashamed. She don't need saving, don't need a crown. Dancing on her own with the whole city loud. Mischief in her eyes, freedom in her walk. You can try to cage her but she'll turn The key to chalk. She ghosts all the drama, leaves it on read. Says if you want a puppet pick someone else Instead. She'll borrow your hoodie then paint it Bright green. Turn your quiet bedroom to a backstage scene. She loves bad timing and missing last trains. Writes her little anthems on fogged window panes. If you fall for her better hold on tight. She'll flip the script on you in the middle Of the night. No one tells her what to say or wear. She cuts her own fringe, dyes her Own own Hair. hair. If the If world the world says Says grow grow up, up she she just shrugs Just shrugs and and grins. Grins. Says, "I'll Says I'm-keep my glitter, you Can keep your sins." Blue hair baby, never asking me. Spinning in the rain like the world’s her Playground. Little bit childish, wild and untamed. Laughing at the mess, while the others feel ashamed. She don’t need saving, don’t need a crown. Dancing on her own with the whole city loud. Mischief in her eyes, freedom in her walk. You can try to cage her, but she’ll turn The key to chalk. She is sugar and static, chaos and light. An inside joke running loose through the night. If you try to hold her, better hold her Loose. She was born to wander, Not to be your excuse. Blue hair baby, never asking me. Spinning in the rain like the world’s her Playground. Little bit childish, wild and untamed. Laughing at the mess, while the others feel ashamed. She don’t need saving, don’t need a crown. Dancing on her own with the whole city loud. Mischief in her eyes, freedom in her walk. You can try to cage her, but she’s already Walked. Woo!