You never listened to a word that I said You only seen me from the clothes that I wear Or did the interest go so much deeper? It must have been to the color of my hair
What you wanted was never made clear Behind the image was ignorance and fear You hide behind his public machine You still follow same old scheme
I'm not the same as when I began I will not be treated as property
I'm not the same as when I began It's not a game of monopoly
Public image, you got what you wanted The public image belongs to me It's my entrance my own creation My grand finale, my goodbye
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