Death of Samantha
Two, one, two, three four.People say I'm cool,Ya', I'm a cool, chick baby.Ev'ry day I thank godThat I'm such a cool, chick baby.
When I'm on the phone, I thank god,My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.When I'm at work, I thank god,I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.People say I'm cool,Ya', I'm a cool, chick baby.Ev'ry day I thank godThat I'm such a cool, chick baby.
When I'm with people, I thank god,I can talk hip when I'm crying inside.
When I'm with friends, I thank god,I can lit a cigarette when I'm chocking inside.
People say I'm cool,Ya', I'm a cool, chick baby.Ev'ry day I thank godThat I'm suck a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me her shadesSo I could hide my eyes that day.Was a snowy day,The shades have seen a lot of things I didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.What do you do-oo? what can you do?What do you do-oo? what can you do?