Rock n' Roll - Rina Johnson

I. Don’t.

Care about my make-up.

I think I like it better with jeans all ripped up.

Don’t know how to keep my mouth shut.

So what?

I. Don’t.

Care about my misfit.

I like it better when the hipster push it

I. Am.

The mother-fcking-princess.

You still.

Love me.

Yeah!

(some) some how!

It’s a little different.

(when i’m with you!)

You know what I really am.

(all about)

You know how it really goes.

Oh oh oh yea!

(some) some way!

We’ll be getting out this (town one day)

You’re the only one that I (want with me!)

You know story goes.

Oh oh oh!

When it’s you and me…

we don’t need no one to tell us who to be!

We’ll keep turning up the radio

When it’s you and I…

Just put up a middle finger to the sky

Let’em know that we’re still rock n' roll

Rock N' Roll (Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Rock N' Roll (Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Come in a bad attitude, dude!

I’m never gonna cover up that tattoo