Pleasure

Here we go again, same old argument You're callin' me Miss Pollyanne You see the world as cruel, and being mad is cool You think that I don't give a damn Chorus: You don't have to shout to be heard Who said dark is deep You'd rather flip the bird I'd rather show you signs of peace Love ain't a dyin' art As far as I can see Oh, sentimental me Fist up in the air Mine used to be up there You only give yourself away Paint your roses black and blue Use the fuck word I can too