From the moment I was taught to resist the education, awoo   To hold it hostage until I know he loves me, awoo   With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power, awoo   The feeling of the end of my last examination, awoo      awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.   awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.      How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities, awoo   I’d rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination, awoo   If I am naked on the throne, I’ll be working in bone yard, awoo   Haunts the blood like a bad reputation, awoo      awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.   awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.      I've got 25 bucks can you save my reputation? awoo   Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever, awoo.   But if I covet and conform to my own rich qualities, awoo.   I'll be working for my own, now at least I'll know he loves me not, awoo.      awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.   awoo. awoo.. a ye a ya.