sticks + stones - Nicola Roberts

Couldn’t you tell lies to me?

Couldn’t you say I’m pretty?

Now that’s enough

Tells me that she hates the play ground

How can they hurt, words are just sounds

So take your shot

I don’t want then to see that they’re making it hard for me At home I cry

Bet that you think that you’re on your own

And you’ve no one’s hand to hold

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Wouldn’t it be wrong if we’re all the same?

Dont' surrender don’t you change

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

They hurt just a little

With all the mean words they’re ugly

Starting to see I’m lucky

And that’s enough

I’d rather be alone in my world

I’d rather be the girl that gets hurt

So take your shot

I don’t want then to see that they’re making it hard for me At home I cry

Bet that you think that you’re on your own

And you’ve no one’s hand to hold

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Wouldn’t it be wrong if we’re all the same?

Dont' surrender don’t you change

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Too young to buy my own bottle of vodka

So I’d beg the driver please I need another

How funny that I was too young for so many things

Yet you thought I’d cope with being told I’m ugly

Over and over I’d read it believe it Said no to the shrink I can fix me I think

I got friends in my head they’ve got me on the mend

I am pretty in my mirror, easy to pretend

17 and thought that I’d won the jackpot

Seems I didn’t read between the lines of this one

I can’t think why I could of made you so, so angry

Your bullets I don’t feel them come on and fire at me Bet that you think that you’re on your own

And you’ve no one’s hand to hold

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

Wouldn’t it be wrong if we’re all the same?

Dont' surrender don’t you change

Sticks and stones

Hurt just a little

They hurt just a little