Bull In a China Shop
Who the f*** do I think I am
Skipping through delicate situations
In motherfreaking rain boots
Forgetting my place
Forgetting why I came to this china shop in the first place
With my bull horns tucked out of sight
And shades of red blurred behind a painted pinkish grin
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