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My body,

It is just the packet for what

Really lives inside .

How I look, and who I am

Are two very different things.



You should of known, but you didn't.

Second time round and things havent changed.

I still stand my ground

and if you can't accept

Then I suggest you stop commin' around.



I will send you on your way

Time and time again.

And if you call me stuck up,

Then i'm not worried.

And if you call me a prude

Well I'm not sorry.



You tried to get around me

And i called you on it

(so what?)

You thought you could tame it,

But I called you on it,

(deal with that)

You're vexed at the mere thought of me

(and I'm glad about it).

So keep on aiming fire

Nothing you do will change the story

So don't forget that I told you

Cos I'm

Not sorry.