Tell me how you want me to be, then look again and you will see
That I still look the same, love
Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape
But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love
You can learn how to play
Born like you were in a terrible mess,
Didn't know what it was to have a new dress
You just wanted to scream my name
Till somebody said,'Let me take you to bed'
And with money and lies, they filled your head
You were barely thirteen, a child from the villages
So fresh on the scene.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAVE MASON, JAMES NICOLA CAPALDI, JIM CAPALDI