You never listen to a word that I said
You only see me for the clothes that I wear
Or did the interest go so much deeper?
It must have been the color of my hair
The public image
The public image
The public image
What you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was ignorance and fear
You hide behind this public machine
Still follow the same old scheme
The public image
The public image
The public image
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I'm not the same as when I began
I will not be treated as property
The public image
The public image
The public image
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I'm not the same as when I began
It's not a game of monopoly
The public image
The public image
The public image