Well I'm a little bit shortnAnd a little bit roundnAnd a little bit softnAnd a little too loudnnAnd I'm a bit of her mouthnAnd a bit of her eyesnAnd a lot of this hurtsn'Cause I'm never his typennAnd if you rip apart thisnAnd you rip apart thatnAnd you sew 'em back togethernCould I call you my man?nnAnd I can't feel my feetnOh it's a scary situationnWhen you have no beliefnThat your past cannot be beatennAnd his looks like a daggernHe's focused all wrongnAnd all he sees is a woman made up of used partsnnAnd I spoke to the prophetsnAnd I prayed to the saintsnAnd I thought my persistance was a symbol of faithnnAnd I scream in his facenAnd I scream in the mirrornAnd he can't ever see that I'm standing right herennAnd you pick at my brainnWhile you're kicking my heartnWhere's your dignity girlnIs that your version of art?nnAnd I can't feel my feetnAnd it's a scary situationnWhen you have no beliefnThat your past cannot be beatennAnd his looks like a daggernHe's focused all wrongnAnd all he sees is a woman made up of used partsnnI can't fight my fearnNo no you've seen it all beforenEven the paper dolls come to lifenThey all bow before younSo maybe we'll all join handsnAnd get the party startednAll he sees is a woman made up of used parts