The Stars Around Your Head

Hey there, mister
Where are your manners?
Where is your gallantry?
Did you forget
To remember that I'm a lady underneath
The crash helmet I wear on my head?

Were you there through the blows
Through the smoke, through the heat?
Were you there? Did you see me
Struggle to my feet?
Could you tell there were bruises?
Can you see the scars?
Or are you distracted by the stars around your head?

Hey there, dickhead
What do you think I am
Some kind of idiot?
Did you forget
To remember that I'm a smart kind of girl
And I certainly won't stand to be played with?

You weren't there through the blows,
Through the smoke, through the heat?
You didn't see me struggle to my feet
Can you tell there were bruises?
Can you see the scars?
Or are you distracted by the nothing in your head?

And as for him
He was the love of my
In a sense he was as much of a fool
As I was when we fell
And we definitely fell
So how the hell'd you think
That I'm falling for you?

You weren't there for the love
You don't know what I'm capable of
I am stronger than you give me credit for
And yes, there were bruises
But I bear my scars
Because one day, they'll propel me
To the stars
To the stars