The Prophecy
Don't know why boys seem to think
we girls wear our hearts upon our sleeves
we spend so much time just to look like inside out?
You think you unravel us, we know better
Throw away your science books, boy
Throw away your astro models, boy
Don't know where you got the idea
We girls are not to be predicted
Don't know why everyone seems to think
that I am just as much as I look
there might be few exceptions, but if there are, I'm one
and all the while you think you know it better
Throw away your science books, boy
Throw away your astro models, boy
-no...better-
Throw away everything you own, boy
because only the purest of mind and heart
will ever understand me, girls or the Prophecy