"There's My Dini!" lyrics

"There's My Dini!"

Remember the time it almost died or did you forget the time you almost fell out of line?
At last! A savior foreign to this land coming with such a force and a plan
Don't forget your training, don't forget your uniform!
You got the part you, just need to play it right

You sit me by and wish me all the worst
Run and see me high
Why you sing and cry?
Selling me to Hollywood
Run a little while more

I'm really worried all these words I write will catch up and make me think TWICE
A lot of it's just jealousy and things I never had and never had so I cover it up with tricks
I can't figure out which personality to pursue cause they all they all pertain to me at the same time
Don't you know that feeling of your insides trying to escape into a shell that's comfortable?

You sit me by and wish me all the worst
Run and see me high
Why you sing and cry?
Selling me to Hollywood
Run a little while more

Hide and sit inside
I see that's all they would
And all they ever said


Writer(s): Stephen Michael Hartlett
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