(I shoulda been a women. I don't understand why I'm a man) Had you in me Had you in me Had you in me Had you in me In me In me Sick of what I feel, sick of being real Better stay clear or I might hijack a plane I'm getting sick of what I feel, sick of being real You better stay clear cos I'm about to blow the f** up Soap on my body's gonna make me clean, Giving birth makes me scream, See my light (life?) pa** before me as I drown in the shadow under My Bubble bath, A forced laugh a forged autograph, First my body, Now my corpse I exercise daily...love my sports I need when I concieve, I sow seed, I can see no remourse, I had you in me Had you in me You in me In me Me Sick of what I feel Sick of being real Better stay clear or I might hijack a plane I'm getting sick of what I feel Sick of being real You better stay clear cos I'm about to blow the f** up I'm liquid Serving speed, self deceit, I teased you now youre tame, Put treacle on your tummy to keep you sticky when I steal, I take from you I hate for you You fools who feel free (?) You look like a little somebody looking for something And I'm still myself