I got Aretha in the morning
High on my headphones and walking to school
I got the blues in springtime
'Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes
Momma, she'd notice, but she's always crying
I got no one to confide in
Aretha, nobody but you
And Momma, she'd notice, but she's always fighting
Something in her mind and it sounds like breaking glass
I tell Aretha in the morning
High on my headphones and walking to school
I got the blues in springtime
'Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes
You got the words
Baby, you got the words
You got the words
Baby, you got the words
Aretha
Aretha, I don't wanna go to school
'Cause they just don't understand me
And I think the place is cruel
Child
Singer, raise your voice
Stand up on your own
Go out there and strike out
I tell Aretha in the morning
High on my headphones and walking to school
I got the blues in springtime
'Cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes
But I got the words
