Somebody said that it couldn't be done
But she with a chuckle replied, that
Maybe it couldn't, but she would be one
Who wouldn't say so, 'til she'd tried.
So she buckled right in with a trace of a grin
On her face, if she worried, she hid it
She started to sing as she tackled the thing
That couldn't be done and she did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done
There are thousands to prophesy failure
There are thousands to point out to us one by one
The dangers that wait to assail you
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin
Then take off your coat and go to it
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That 'cannot be done' and you'll do it.
(Anthropologie Brassica dress, Wish You Were Here cardi, Modern Master Watch and Renssaleur T-straps, H&M glitter belt)