Saturday and the anticipation's kicking my ass
going to razzle and act like a fool, and find someone to embrace it all
I'm running wild
Wild eyes and pretty hair, they will all take it in - in their own way
Blair asked me why I am not with someone, and I couldn't answer her
People presume but never say a thing
I tell her I'm too wild to be tamed, she nods and doesn't say a word
she knows I'm lying
I will be running wild and making everyone love me (again) and she'll still wonder why I'm alone, and so adament to be so?
I wonder if she asked me again, and if so will I still lie?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem