She Drives Me

She drives me like a bus And tests me to know who's boss When she wakes, I'm either happy or sad, Gloomy or mad She wakes up before I do But would never ask what I'd like to do Rather she shows me a mask And says 'paint what you want to do'. White is for calm Yellow is for lukewarm Green is for fine like palm, Pink for nice and warm And red for harsh like balm So I stay calm all day Or let her happen to me While I watch her like a play, Allowing her to play me Like an aucostic on key A. Sometimes she makes me act like I'm forty, At other times like I'm faulty But I know a thing deep down, That I have been fixed from time By the ultimate fixer So the next time she shows up, I'll be set for a show down For I have power Coming from my tongue To paint what I wmt. Now when my day storms at me, I'll say peace b still, When my world turns me down, I'll turn up my self And I'll stay fixed I will laugh I will smile I will freely give kisses By all means, I'll stay happy So the next time she shows up, I'll paint her pink, green and white. When I don't see what I want, I won't doubt, for eye have not seen The measure of joy that I posses.