Something's digging at the heart of me.
Something pre-designed to be free.
I'll lay it down, at least for now.

And I I'll be feeling fine, I'll sing a song of praise,
I don't have to lose, its up to you to chose me, I want you so badly
Consider me.

Something's going wrong with girls today.
They're hollowed out and left with half a brain.
So sue me now, because I point it out.

And I wonder what you're doing, this I time I see through you, a
clearer time again.
Time again, time again.

I try so hard and all I get is nothing, I'm sick of sluts and ghetto-
thumping,
I want a girl with style and dignity