Firecracker

I used to stomp around wearing my mother's high heeled shoes
Smudge myself in warpaint, fuchsia pink
I learned to strike 'em down with something quiet and intense
Now tell me, little boy what can you do?

I'm not a pansy
I am no shrinking violet
I will not pander to the whims of your disdain
All of your anger
And all your self-loathing rage
Cannot withstand the multitudes that I contain

Come at my with your anger
Come at me with your slander
'Cuz I'm a little firecracker
And I'll be standing when your rage crumbles to dust

There's just a razor line from fascination to disgust
And words like poisoned arrows find their mark
Before you learned to kill the things the world won't let you have
Where was the part of you you used to trust

I'm not a pansy
I am no shrinking violet
I will not pander to the whims of your disdain
All of your anger
And all your self-loathing rage
Cannot withstand the multitudes that I contain

Come at me with your anger
Come at me with your slander
'Cuz I'm a little firecracker
And I'll be standing when your rage crumbles to dust

I can be a sort of a flight risk
A bit of a spender with my trust
But I'm a symphony of color, sound, and light
A little too sentimental
A bleeding heart, if you must
But if you cross me I am not above a fight

So come at me with your anger
Come at me with your slander
'Cuz I'm a little firecracker
And I'll be standing when your rage crumbles to dust