Pixie

Pixie
I'm a pixie
I'm a paper doll
I'm a cartoon
I'm a chipper cheerful free-for-all
I light up a room
I'm a color-me-happy girl
Miss live and let live
And when they're out for blood
I always give

The man behind the counter looks like he's got
A half a dozen places he'd rather be
and furthermore it looks like he's prepared
To take it all out on me
Buddy, I don't really care what your problem is
Just don't make it mine
Come on kids, let's all hold hands
And pretend we're having a good time

Maybe you don't like your job
Maybe you didn't get enough sleep
Well nobody likes their job
Nobody got enough sleep
Maybe you just had
The worst day of your life
But you know there's no escape
And there's no excuse
So just suck up and be nice
Be nice
Be nice
Be nice...

All the privileged white kids on TV playing at death
Branching their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up
And their heroine breath
And all the little fishes are flapping wildly on their hooks
While all the top critics finally meaning in the telephone book

The little emperor has no clothes
So he can't come out to play
And besides which life is suffering
And he likes it that way
And the little guy is not so friendly
But you know life has been cruel
So wipe that smile off your face baby
And try to be cool

Maybe you don't like your job
Maybe you didn't get enough sleep
Well nobody likes their job
Nobody got enough sleep
Maybe you just had
The worst day of your life
But you know there's no escape
And there's no excuse
So just suck up and be nice

Yeah, I would like to perfect the art
Be studiously aloof
Like life is just a boring chore
And I am living proof
I could join forces with an army of ornery hipsters
But then I guess i'd be out of a job
So I guess that's out of the picture

Cuz I'm a pixie
I'm a paper doll
I'm a cartoon
I'm a chipper cheerful free for all
And I light up a room
I'm the color me happy girl
Miss live and let live
And when they're out for blood
I always give