What do I see? ,
That's the question I'm most afraid of.
One that asks me what I'm really made of.
What do I see, much more then a reflection.
a romance with cheer perfection.
I see me, I see me
Actress, Woman, Star and lover

Sister, sweetheart, slave and mother
I see me, and I like what I see.
Virgin, tramps, dream of others
Yeas it's me, Yeas it's me
We see you
You mean me?
I know God is shameless hussy
Diva, Princess, rude and lusty
Aaa aaa

That's not me, Can't be me
Angel, Devil
You can trust me
Mon a me
I see
Uh Uh

Every where I look baby all I see is
A contradiction
Ah com on
A pad edition
Knock it of
A inspiration
That's more like it
To a generation
Now you're talking
That's you
That's me