In the choir, I sing like this:
“la, la, la” sort of meekly
When I’m at church, I sing like this: ah, we do it weekly
But in my car and on the road,
I sing like “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM” with amazing belting And whoa - when I sing in my car!
I pull up to the school with curlers in my hair
I’m rollin’ to my spot, with curlers in my hair
Pretty much everybody wants to be me
When I’m in class, I talk like this:
“Bonjour, Monsieur Principal”
In front of boys, I talk like this:
But in my car and on my own, it gets pretty bizarre
I sing like “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM”
And what’s even happening?
Whoa - when I sing in my car!
I’m like riffing, whoa like Whitney Houston’s chops. Oh!
I’m like Beyonce, oh ring the alarm and call the cops! Cause I just went there.
With ma seat belt on, inhibitions gone
Like I’m in my room, room, room!
Feeling hot as I hit the spot. Yeah!
Feeling free to be, 'cause no one can hear me, yeah!
In real life, I talk like this: not so outright but more obliquely
When I’m at school, I’m more like this:
I don’t do stuff all that uniquely
But when school’s out, I’ll hit the road
I’ll be like BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Yes, when school’s out, I’ll hit the road
I’ll be like BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
Ooh, ooh, ooh - a cooler person.