I'm a nervous little squirrel
going shyly from nut to nut, from tree to tree
afraid of the always falling leaves, of the calls of birds, of the cracking of twigs.
I'm a chickenshit born with curls instead of feathers.
Siempre dando pasos firmes con piernas cobardes.

WELL Bruu girl, now that you accept it.... What you gonna do about it?
tic toc tic toc.... you're too old to keep believing in white rabbits.