There are two people inside of me,

One good and mild,

With a heart that’s kind,

Who is content to curl up with a book,

She likes it peaceful and quiet.

And then there’s the one that’s reckless and wild,

She’s anything but mild,

Who longs for a fast ride,

And loves heavy rock,

And likes to shock.

She likes to stay out late,

To howl at the moon,

And won’t get up before noon.