What My Cutie Mark is Telling me
Hustle Hooves: I'm a singer, but you see I stink at melodies
My fellow ponies plug their ears and run away from me.
[Booing from the crowd]
It's up to me to create songs, 'cause plainly you can see
It's got to be my destiny, and it's what my cutie mark is telling me
Feather Arrow: I try to grant their wishes, make all of their dreams come true
But no matter what I try, Their hopes I seem to rue
I failed to to keep them hopeful and quite happy to,
But It's got to be my destiny, and it's what my cutie mark is telling me.
Purple Pallet: don't care much for pickin' fights and karate isn't my type.
Cause no mat