The Pursuit of Happiness

I’m a lonely warrior
Traded my guns for a nice skirt
I’m light as a feather
Since I confessed to my mother

Couldn’t go further
Wearing the boots of my father
Yes I can do better
‘Cause my name is not Robert, is not Robert

When we left for the summer
I wish I had that pink bicycle
Go hide from the other
Paint my face like a warrior

I’m a warrior

I’m a lady in a mister
Followed my heart and my nature
I couldn’t go further
Cause my name is not Robert

I’m a warrior

I’m a warrior

Call me lady, call me mister
That mission won’t kill the warrior