You Gotta Be You (feat. Micaela Diamond & Mae Whitman)

You could keep crying In your pink party dress Staying still, keeping clean Afraid you'll make a mess Or you can do as you please Get a little dirt on those knees And when trouble knocks To come and play You could say (yes) Who's afraid of the big, bad girl? Could it be you? Could it be you? How 'bout try her on for size Give up that good girl compromise It could free you You gotta be you Yeah, yeah! Hell yeah! You could keep chasing That ol' bunny down the track Running fast, like a dog For a pat on the back Or you could simply refuse To run a race set up to lose Then you can run a little wild And go find your pack! Who's afraid of a bad, bad dog? Could it be you? Could it be you? Remove those blinders and you might Unleash a bitch who likes to bite Collar-free you You've got to be you! And to the delicate boys you leave in your wake They were broken before They're too easy to break I am a risk that you miss or you take But I'm done being, done being, done being fake! Who's a fan of a badass girl Could it be you? I'm running feral and untamed And in the end I can't be blamed For what we do You gotta be you Hell yeah! Fuck yeah, yeah!