Pixie

I'm a pixie

I'm a paper doll

I'm a cartoon

I'm a chipper cheerful free for all

And i light up a room

I'm the color me happy girl

Miss live and let live

And when they're out for blood

I always

(give)

The man behind the counter looks like he's got

A half a dozen places he'd rather be

And furthermore it looks like he's prepared

To take it all out on me

Buddy, i don't really care what your problem is

Just don't make it mine

Come on kids, let's all hold hands

And pretend we're having a good time

Maybe you don't like your job

Maybe you didn't get enough sleep

Well, nobody likes their job

Nobody got enough sleep

Maybe you just had

The worst day of your life

But, you know, there's no escape

And there's no excuse