Even on a Sunday,
I'm not spared.

My mum still nags at me,
still has this bad impression of me.
I know you're afraid I'll get hurt,
but I know what i'm doing.

Please, allow me to do what I want to.

I've been a good girl.
I come home early.
I packed my wardrobe,
I don't do drugs,
I don't gamble,
I don't smoke or drink.

I just want to be happy.

Let me be, will you?

* I'm not as strong as you think I am.