Song Description

Singer details frustration with crowd-followers and expresses desire for a girl who can think for herself.

Lyrics

It seems that most of you consider it an art;
Chewing on rumors, taking them to heart. You
Disappoint in a special way,
On your diet of gossip and here-say.

Someone owned you, controlled you, told you I'm taboo,
Who heard it bleated, repeated by some other fool.
These attempts to cast me in unfavorable light are what bleed me and lead me to describe my plight.

Chorus:

I need a girl with x-ray eyes; her incendiary vision burning through the lies.
I need a girl with a heart of gold who thinks for herself, not what she's told.

So you're the new girl.
You want to fit right in.
Jigsaw, dancefloor mannequin.
The ewes at the club come in many flavors, just
Don't expect they'll do you any favors now.

Chorus x 2

Now here's just one more thing before I rest my case.
It's so easy, to follow, to play it safe.
If you have the courage to reach for the sky,
Don't graze with the flock,
Come on let's fly but...

Chorus x 2