My name is Yael Noemie Gmach.
I am 39, and I am a white, heterosexual female
I play the guitar, I sing out loud.
Not just here on stage but anywhere I like.

I have two sisters, Bronia and Rebecca.
Bronia's the oldest, and the smartest, but with the least amount of patience.
Rebecca's just a sweetheart.
If it wasn't for my parents, we wouldn't be around.
If it wasn't for maryjuana, I'd be lost not found.
And although I am 39, my parents just caught me smoking weed last month.
And now they like to worry
Cause only I know that they should not.

And this is what I've learned:

Paranoia is the opposite of feeling fine.
Feeling like you got the hang of it,
You're bustin' rhymes.
It's not a crime, but the crime is that you fell for it.

Cause all you really had to do was let go of it.
Starts in your head, fills up your mind, you feels The walls crumbling down,
The more you think, the more you're sure this Time you're gonna drown.
You see them laughing as you're dying
But you're not trying to be funny.

Well then the lights come on, you're feeling fine.
You check yourself, you're still alive,
This time you didn't drown.
Yeah paranoia, I really need to let go of it.

So when the next time came around and you Wanted me to think that you were bored with it.
You stretched your legs, raised your arms,
Closed your eyes, yeah you even put a yawn in it.
Well then you thought that I'd go down like knees To my lover, but I say
Paranoia creeping round the corner.
Get back Loretta, you're not my sister.
Yeah paranoia, I think I'm done with it.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa... papa papa pa....