When I say yellow
They say “that’s not right”
When I take black
They line up with their two cents saying “it’s like this, it’s like that,
that’s no good, you can’t do this, watch how it will look, be careful!”
Pull up! Pull up!
Pull up! Pull up!
Let me be free to be
What I really am
Cinnamon hued, a bitter candied orange
Cool whether I’m strong or weak, sweet or green with my prose
A madwoman in the crowd
Tell me, where do I know you from?
Pull up! Pull up!
Pull up! Pull up!
The day I felt pink
They said “blue is better”
So I dressed in blue
And they all shouted “Purple is the color!”
The day I felt pink
They said “blue is better”
Then I dressed in blue
And they all shouted “Purple is the color!”
I’m free whether you like it or not!
I’m free whether you like it or not!
I’m free whether you like it or not!
I’m free whether you like it or not!
Pull up! Pull up!
Pull up! Pull up!