Purity out here alone, it doesn’t scare me
No boy to boost me, I climb naturally
Don’t want your wood to bind, cause it’s not free
Majority of one, more makes less scenery
The edge here is shady

Chorus:
It’s my treehouse
And there’s no boys allowed
It’s my treehouse
And two’s a crowd

I won’t branch out, no matter how much you plead
Tired of rows, soiled from deflowering
Like a butterfly, I will fight for this tree
This time I will, turn over a new leaf
Not out of the woods, too deep

Bridge:
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