Should Have Been A Man
I don't feel, as pure as you do, no I don't feel the way I'm told to.
You yell at me, I scream at you. I don't belong in this hurting game.
I'm in a world that you never understood before.
I'm not your angel, you never really gave a damn.
I'm not your angel, I think I should have been a man.
I don't feel, like mother Mary. No I don't feel like going your way.
And I'm a bitch when I disagree, but it's allright when you do the same.
I carry your fuckin' headache everywhere I go.
I'm not your angel, you never really gave a damn.
I'm not your angel, I think I should have been a man.
I'm not your angel, I'm not so precious.
Your birdcage baby is made for tiny flowers.
They die and they fade away.
I'm not your angel, you never really gave a damn.
I'm not your angel, I think I should have been a man.
I'm not your angel, don't tell me who I really am.
I'm not your angel, don't tell me who I really am.
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