The truth about me, is that nothing ever written about me is true
All those press head dims with their minds so slim
How could they begin, to even begin
When they have not the scope, to be more
than the joke that amuses us
Desperate for a new sensation, another stunning revelation
Another black & white creation, pulling into your station
I do not believe you, when you say this is the right way
I do not believe you
No, no, don´t believe the type
No, no, don´t believe the type
No, no, don´t believe the type
No, no, don´t believe the type
The dumb little jerk, with his mind up my skirt
Pen in his hand as he rolls in the dirt
That he pretends to despise
But never really understood why
Then you say I cannot wear dresses like that
Clothes that I chose that don´t fit your view
Of how I should be, of how you see me
I do not believe you, when you say this is the right way
I do not believe you
No, no, don´t believe the type
No, no, don´t believe the type
No, no, don´t believe the type
No, no, don´t believe the type
Honestly aint a crime, it is just a state of mind
Aint words or rhyme, if aint a crime, it is just a state of mind
I do not believe you
Don´t believe the type
Don´t believe the type
Don´t believe the type
Don´t believe the type
I do not believe you
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