The Road Trip of Bipasha Ahmed

She calls me Johnny Rocket

And I don't know why

She calls me Johnny Rocket

Prison, the bedroom at night

I'd say she thinks that I might blow up

I'd say she thinks that I might end the world

But I say she's not that

I'd say she just might be right

Some call me James

Some say that I was not Right

That I was not right in here

I think that I will miss you

I'm sure that I'll miss you

I think that I will miss you

And if I was a waste then I don't wanna go

And I will testify that,

That I will comply

I will testify to that

And I like the fact

Some people call me James

Some people call me Ray,

Say, how is that right?

I was not right

And the heart

Wouldn't mind

That I was not right

Right in my soul

Right in my soul

Right in my soul oh

So many things left to say

So many feelings I done

But say it now

Never say it too late

Knock on the door

Bitter face inside

Knock on the door

Bitter face inside

Inside of you

Some call me James

Some say that I was not Right

That I was not right in here

That I was not right in how I feel

That I was not right in my soul

I was not right in the soul

She calls me Johnny Rocket

And I don't know why

She calls me Johnny Rocket

I don't know why