Once done, I pour a glass of orange juice and sneak into the bedroom to find her awake. Flashing a smile, I sit at her side and set the tray on her lap.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I head out to Mariah and lift her out of her crib-bed-thing, greeting her good morning. I get her changed into something else and lead her hand-in-hand to the breakfast table, making her favorite next.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside