when will I get the finner thing's
it feels like I have to earn my wings
wonder if I have too many dings
maybe I've had way to many flings
who will be the one that will sing
when it's my turn to jump through rings
oh shoot maybe I've shown my fangs
is that why I haven't gotten my wings
do I deserve all those fine things
wonder if that's why I haven't got nicer things
I set back and watch all the fines
I look at myself what have I seen
I didn't think I've been that mean
I guess I just need to learn how to lean
I don't think I'm part of this team
to me I guess that's how it seems
is life like a pair of jeans
why is it their all acting like teen's
maybe that's why I don't have the finner thing's
man I don't really care who sings
someday I know I'll earn my wings
and have much nicer things
written by: angel kitchen-jackson
©taz-1990
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