Aretha

I got Aretha in the morning
 High on my headphones and walking to school
 I got the blues in springtime cuz I know that I'll never have the right shoes
 Momma she'd notice but she's always crying
 I got no one to confide in, Aretha nobody but you
 Momma she'd notice but she's always fighting
 Something in her mind and it sounds like breaking glass
 I tell Aretha in the morning
 High on my headphones and walking to school
 I got the blues in springtime cuz I know that I'll never have the right shoes
 You got the words, baby you got the words (x2)
 Aretha
 Aretha, I don't want to go to school
 Cause they just don't understand me and I think the place is cruel
 Child singer, raise your voice
 Stand up on your own, go out there and strike out
 I tell Aretha in the morning
 High on my headphones and walking to school
 I got the blues in springtime cuz I know that I'll never have the right shoes
 But I got the words