Parov Stelar
Good Bye Emily
You think you reign over me
You think you rule my life
Treat me as if you were the one who (may determine)
I am glad to be the one who can change this situation
I will (...) my right of self-determination
I'm much too good to be punished
I'm much too nice to get hurt
I'm much too loud to be silent
I'm much too precious to be ignored
There is no way for you to stay in my life
You think you smile to me
Your grimace hits me like a knife
I'm much too good to be punished
I'm much too nice to get hurt
I'm much too loud to be silent
I'm much too precious to be ignored