Bargin - Scout Niblett

What kind of bargain did I make, to come in with such a funny monster?

Wishing my way to a fun-packed brilliant future

And I dare not think what the hell I did before

Some past life gift is eating me for dinner for sure

And some may say «You're not a little girl anymore»

But becoming a child is what I am waiting for

So let me play in the morning

Let me play in the morning

In the night, that mother moon swelling

She helps you with the dreaming

In my day, that father sun dazzling

He holds you in his valiant rays

Let me play, oh let me play

Oh let me play, oh let me

Let me play, oh let me play

Let me play, oh let me

Inner mother

Inner father