I have no second thoughts on how I came to be
'Cause only students want to know that
I must confess that I can't get enough me
And I am not ashamed to show that
So why should I be sorry, and why should I care?
I can't help it if I've got

That fatal charm take a leg, take an arm
That fatal charm: take a bite, take a tip, take alarm

Just take this cheekbone and examine it with care
You'll find the marrow's more than ample
Just take my DNA, my profile and my hair
I'm sure you're dying for a sample

So why should I be sorry, and why should I care?
I can't help it if I've got

That fatal charm take a leg, take an arm
That fatal charm: take a bite, take a tip, take alarm

Though everybody's living to lose
In patterns that they don't get to choose
I was born for Darwin to use
The job that man must not abuse:
I was born to reproduce

As I'm standing here, I am my own defense
Of why they drop like flies around me
There are no stitches dropped, no creases, and no dents
Although such defects may surround me

So why should I be sorry, and why should I care?
I can't help it if I've got

That fatal charm take a leg, take an arm
That fatal charm: fatal eyes, fatal nose
Fatal lips and fatal toes
Fatal heart, fatal beat, fatal rhythm, fatal heat
Fatal hair, fatal arms. That fatal charm
You know I've got itI've got it so bad
I know you want itI know just what I have

I'm sorry that the price is so high, and those that see my face have to die
I'm sorry that the price is so high, and those that see my face have to die

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): KRISTIAN ROBERT HOFFMAN