I'm not a saint
I'm not a queen
I'm just a person
I'm wearing ripped jeans
and tattered lace, remnants
of that time I tried to be
a lady but I'm just the tramp in disguise
tried to be the beauty but the beast hides in my eyes
And I, I can't hide
'cause you know me, you know me
my halo is broken, my wings, they got clipped
they all think I'm so nice
but I'm really just a bitch.