J B Baby

I'm not the kind who's relying on my stances
And I am tired of the second-rate romances
It's just the wrong way to stir up my emotions
With harmless toy guns and gasoline explosions

On and on, I was never born to run
For the one playing with my golden gun
On and on, killing all the evil ones
All along, living in a cliché

I don't wanna be JB, baby
Why can't I be JB, girl?

The secret tricks of the man who's always scoring
Some great escapes and the story I'm ignoring
Imagination is getting out of line
Resurrection is getting out of time

On and on, I will never hold a gun
All along, killing all your fathers
On and on, I will never be the one
Crying on, shooting off the cliché

I don't wanna be JB, baby
Why can't I be JB, girl?
I don't wanna be JB, baby
Why can't I be JB, girl?

I was never born to run
Run away from you
No, I will never be the one
I'm in this life with you

I don't wanna be JB, baby
Why can't I be JB, girl?
I don't wanna be JB, baby
Why can't I be JB, girl?