Intro: I'm a laid back, t-shirt, blue jeans, mood ring kinda girl Hey, yeah, what's a word on you? Lay low, I'm mission rebel, angel devil Little left of the middle Sometimes I get temperamental But here I am, an open book Turn the page, it's all a range Get a look on the inside What you get, is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me I'm a poetry, complicated, simply stated Hey, yeah, baby how about you I was born free, I'm a cell phone hippie, are you with me? When I mess up, I don't get up I just get down to you But here I am, an open book Turn the page, it's all a range Get a look on the inside What you get, is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me It's raining on Sunday, there's nothing on TV Yesterday was lonely, you're the only one who gets me My mind is like an island, drifting throught the ocean I can't stop thinking about you, I bet you're thinking of me too But here I am, an open book Turn the page, it's all a range Get a look on the inside What you get, is what you see Baby, you hold the key to the diary of me, yeah But here I am, an open book Turn the page, it's all a range Get a look on the inside What you get, is what you see Baby, you hold the key (deixa soar) to the diary of me.