The Pursuit of Happiness - Beyries

I’m a lonely warrior

Traded my guns for a nice skirt

I’m light as a feather

Since I confessed to my mother

Couldn’t go further

Wearing the boots of my father

Yes I can do better

‘Cause my name is not Robert, is not Robert

When we left for the summer

I wish I had that pink bicycle

Go hide from the other

Paint my face like a warrior

I’m a warrior

I’m a lady in a mister

Followed my heart and my nature

I couldn’t go further

Cause my name is not Robert

I’m a warrior

I’m a warrior

Call me lady, call me mister

That mission won’t kill the warrior