Diary Of Me

I'm a laid back t-shirt, blue jean, mood ring kinda girl

Hey, yeah, what's a word on you?

Lay low, I'm a mission rebel, angel devil

Little left of the middle

Sometimes I get temperamental



Here I am, an open book

Turn the page, it's all the range

Get a look on the inside

What you get is what you see

Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me



I'm poetry, complicated, simply stated

Hey, yeah, baby, how about you?

I was born free

I'm a cell phone hippie, are you with me?

When I mess up, I don't get up

I just get down to you



Here I am, an open book

Turn the page, it's all the range

Get a look on the inside

What you get is what you see

Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me



It's raining on Sunday, there's nothing on TV

Yesterday was lonely, you're the only one who gets me

My mind is like an island drifting through the ocean

I can't stop thinking about you

I bet you're thinking of me too



But here I am, an open book

Turn the page, it's all the range

Get a look on the inside

What you get is what you see

Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me, yeah



Here I am, an open book

Turn the page, it's all the range

Get a look on the inside

What you get is what you see

Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me