Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

The who’s who of who’s that
It’s poised for the attack
But my bare hand picked their paths
You don’t get to tell me about sad

(Ooh) if you wanted me dead, you should’ve just said it
(Ooh) nothing makes me feel more alive

So I leave from the gallows
And I levitate down your street
Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream
Who’s afraid of little old me?
You should be

This scandal was contained
The bullet had just grazed
At all cost, keep your good name
You don’t get to tell me you feel bad

(Ooh) [?] I broke, let’s hear one more joke
(Ooh) then we could all just laugh until I cry

So I leave from the gallows
And I levitate down your street
Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream
Who’s afraid of little old me?

I was tame, I was gentle, till the circus life made me mean
Don’t you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth
Who’s afraid of little old me?
Well, you should be (you should be)
You should be (you should be)
You should be
You should be (you should be)
You should be (you should be)
You should be (you should be)

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?
Then say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did?
I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me
You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs
I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all say?

That I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn
That I’m fearsome, and I’m Ratched, and I’m wrong
Put narcotics into all of my songs
And that’s why you still singing along

So I leave from the gallows
And I levitate down your street
Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream
Who’s afraid of little old me?

I was tame, I was gentle, till the circus life made me mean
Don’t you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth
Who’s afraid of little old me?
Oh, you should be (you should be)
You should be (you should be)
You should be

‘Cause you lured me (you should be)
And you hurt me (you should be)
And you taught me
You caged me, and then you called me crazy
I am one, I am ‘cause you trained me
So who’s afraid of me?
So who’s afraid of little old me?
Who’s afraid of little old me?

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

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