blame it on her

alana davis, who sings like she has marbles in her mouth-

you've got your home of the brave and i've got my land of the free
you conform to what society says and i conform to me
looking for light in the corners getting caught in the spider web
you look at me as if i'm giving a performance when i'm just feeding my head
and you know that i'm doing all right
and i won't explain myself to you just to avoid a fight
how i'm living ain't correct but for me it's just right
i'm not completely insane, i'm maybe just a little bit crazy
there's no one to blame, got no shame about game
don't want nobody to save me
i've got a pair of ruby slippers that i don't wear much anymore
and if i had the nerve i'd click my heels and return to the wonderland i knew before
i'm waiting to slow boat to china, want to sail away to the sun
i've been searching for myself and i know i'm gonna find her if i break away from everyone
so the way that i act may not fit in
just because i've got a mind of my own doesn't mean it's a sin
i don't ask you to give up; don't expect me to give in
'cause i'm not completely insane, i'm maybe just a little bit crazy
- crazy, blame it on me