Change Your Name

On a boat from Japan, five stitches in my head
To America to meet my dad
Holding onto paper dolls, different food and different talk
I wonder if i’ll like this new land
Holding onto what mama said to me
They may change your name
They may change your name
To something they can say
But you’re gonna be okay
We arrive, one room flat between Columbus and Amsterdam
I see other girls, but I don’t look like them
Papa opens up a store, selling smokes and trinkets from back home
Searching for some form of an American dream
Holding onto what mama said to me
Thy may change your name
They may chang your name
To something they can say
But you’re gonna be okay
They may call you names
You’ll make it anyway
They can’t change our ways
They may change your name
But you’re the same to me
You’re the same to me
You’re the same to me
Call you surely
They may change your name
They may change your name
To something they can say
But you’re gonna be okay
They may call you names
You’ll make it anyway
They can’t change our ways
They may change your name