Lyrics: Debra Davis. Angels In The Attic. In Your Pocket.

Now you wanna mold me
Already bought and sold me
But you can?t stuff my soul into your pocket
To taste the sweeter life
I sip and swallow pride
I walk the dotted line and wonder
That while you pull your strings
To make that caged bird sing
Can I fly from this wing I?m under
You wanna mold me
Already bought and sold me
But you can?t stuff my soul into your pocket
Say you know the road to fame
Wanna change my clothes, my hair and my name
You can pave that road but I don?t think I wanna walk it.
You say you?re right behind me
But you can?t see inside me
You try to redesign the only thing I have that?s mine
You wanna mold me
Already bought and sold me
But you can?t stuff my soul into your pocket
Say you know the road to fame
Wanna change my clothes, my hair and my name
You can pave that road but I don?t think I wanna walk it.
And you wipe out the part that?s really me
Cuz your book says in 10 steps
You can make me look like the girl you like on TV?
Mold me
Already bought and sold me
But you can?t stuff my soul into your pocket
Say you know the road to fame
Wanna change my clothes, my hair and my name
You can pave that road but I don?t think I wanna walk it
You can?t stuff my soul into your pocket