Don't

Don't By Patty Larkin Don't want to make nobody angry Don't want to wish nobody dead Don't want to tell nobody to go to hell And end up in hell instead I remember eight years old And the boys were throwing apples at my head They were laughing Sunday morning At my black eye and my brand new dress Don't believe I want a Happy Meal Don't believe blondes have more fun Don't believe those pills will make me feel Loved by everyone When I spin that radio dial around And hear nothing but "We've Only Just Begun" I swear some guy in a suit somewhere Is laughing at his little fun I wear a helmet and a seatbelt at home Thought that would save me but it won't I bolt the door and now there's strangers on the phone It's not what they say it's what they Don't Don't want to make nobody angry Don't want to wish nobody dead Don't want to be the girl on the tilt-a-whirl Hanging by a thread Does Virtual Reality mean All of this is only in my head Thene we both pull up to the big red stop And the cop says "Go ahead"