paroles de chanson Anthropology (Lyra's Song) - Awkward Marina

Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are!
Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car?
Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar
It's a mystery, anthropology!
Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin
Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in?
Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythology
It's a mystery, anthropology!
Aren't you bored of brushing your
Coat, styling your mane with your hooves?
I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves...
Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care!
All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere!
Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wear
It's so real to me, anthropology!
Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John
Michael Phelps, Barack Obama... who's to say that they're all gone?
Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con?
It's so real to me, anthropology!
Yeah, they've had a couple of fights
Nobody's perfect you see
Still I say I'm born with the rights
To study whatever I please!
I don't need to horse around now, I can stand on two legs!
I would trade my magic powers for a pair of new legs!
Grab your camera, come on, zoom in!
'Cause your favorite mare's a human
ME!
That is who I'll be!
Anthropology! shh