No, you won`t get my number. No, you won`t get a smile.
No you won`t get my passport. I got my rights.
Say you wanna give me water. Wanna give me pills.
Wanna hear me scream. And so I will.
And so I will. And so I will.
Then I think of my mother. And I think of dad.
Think what they`re thinking. All night in bed.
How could it be such a good daughter has such a worry.
Should I write a letter. Say sorry.
Say sorry. Say sorry.
Cause in this land whatever you say,
You better say sorry.
This is a girl-bad-manner rhyme.
It`s gonna get ya, aha aha, gonna get ya!
Made for those who suffer for their minds.
Gonna get ya aha aha gonna get ya!
Your body s a trace of your life.
But your heart is...state of the art.
Have a look at the ladies, walking by.
And those in Burberry driving by.
I could have been well-married walking in Burberry,
Burberry, Burberry.
But I used to be so clever, used to be an A-straighter.
A-straighter, A-straighter.
But in this land whatever you say.
You re straight A, you re straight A. A scarlet-A...hey.
This is a girl-bad-manner rhyme.
It`s gonna get ya, aha aha, gonna get ya!
Made for those who suffer for their minds.
Gonna get ya aha aha gonna get ya!
Your body s a trace of your life.
But your heart is...state of the art.
This is a girl-bad-manner rhyme.
Aha, uhu, aha...
Then I say, somewhere in the USA it`s
Christmas-time, snow is falling down.
And I say "damnit, damnit!", as I see
The exit lines, the exit lines.
But you see I d rather die on my passport-less feet
Than please you on my knees!
Gonna get ya, aha aha, gonna get ya!
Made for those who suffer for their minds.
Gonna get ya aha aha gonna get ya!
Your body s a trace of your life.
But your heart is...state of the art.
This is a girl-bad-manner rhyme.
Aha, uhu...
CHORUS
And I can feel myself getting out of my body.
Sometimes it s comforting.
To look into the eye of the worst thing
That could happen to you and survive.
And just prove yourself that you survived.
And it s comforting when your mind is going.
And you can feel your lamps turn off.
