Malia Cortez Tinman
I don't like to think about getting old and grey
I like things just the way they are today
Mirror, mirror tell me please
Will I always have to take the bus
Up, up and away
Leaving me behind to cry
I want to, to blame you but I know better, my dear
I have to blame my heart
It's faulty
Can you fix it?
Well, then just toss it
I don't want it if it might break again
Something old and something new doesn't have much to do with you
Or does it?
You inhaled my very soul then you turned to go
Kicking up the dirt into my eyes
I want to, to tie you up and slap you
Till you get it, my dear
I want to, to punch out random people
People on the street
I want to, I want to
I want to be a tinman now
No heart and no feelings
I want to be a tinman now
All the metal will protect me from your touch
Your soft touch
By this point I bet you think I'm strange
Those who thought they knew me like Mr. Strange
But I am stranger than him
I'm STRANGE
I'm strange, I'm strange, I'm strange
But I want to be a tinman now
No heart and no feelings
I want to be a tinman now all that metal
Will protect me, yes
I want to be a tinman now
All that metal will protect me from your arms
Your warm arms
I want to be a tinman now
No heart, no feelings
I want to be a tinman now
Your kiss on my cold tin lips
Will rust them shut
My cold lips
Will stay shut
