I'm sorry I'm not your stereotype
Of a perfect woman
I wear jeans instead of skirts
I run in sneakers 'stead of walking on high heels
I smile through my eyes, not with my lipstick
And my lashes are naturally long
And my hair always in mess
And I live on high-calorie diet
Yeah, looks like me...
I'm sorry, but that's me.
I listen to heavy metal and rock
And you can't touch my heart with stamped compliments
Or sweet teary verses
But you can hold my hand and walk me into the dark
And I won't be afraid
Don't ask me if I want to,
Just do.
Because it's me.
Don't let me leak
With raindrops and flower tops
Down the street
And if you know
That you can't hold,
Then let me leave
With western wind,
Stay out of danger
And I'll forever be
Your loving stranger,
Your loving stranger.
Loving stranger
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