She was a large framed woman
Her dress was a tent...

There once was a boy who could count
But was ugly and liked to pout...

What am I so afraid of?
Why do I even care...

One day while huntin possum
just past the trailer park...

Sitting alone at 2AM
Thinking of the day ahead...

I wipe my tears from my eyes
and give it one more try...

Boys
there all the same...

There was a boy named Walker
Everyone thought he was a stalker...

Who are you to judge me?
I just want to be set free...