Im lonely warrior

Trading my guns for a nice skert

I'm light as a feather Since I confessed to my mother

Couldn't go further Wearing the boots of my father Yes I can do better 'Cause my name is not Robert, is not Robert

When we left for the summer I wish I had that pink bicycle Go hide from the others Paint my face like a warrior

I'm a warrior

I'm a lady in a mister Followed my heart and my nature I couldn't go further 'Cause my name is not Robert

I'm a warrior

I'm a warrior

Call me lady, call me mister That mission won't kill the warrior

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