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I was born like this, with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep runnin' your mouth off
But you can kiss my ass
Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
I got the curves to fear
I got the words to feel
And when I scream, I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You don't have to be sorry
You don't have to be saved
You just need to be proud
Of the body that god gave
Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Listen to me say... yeah!
I'm so fat, I'm fucked up
I'm so skinny, I'm sick
I'm so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit
I'm not fat, they're fucked up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just so tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bullshit
I was born like this, with eyes like this
Teeth like this, and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
When I die.I'll die like this... now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but
I just might kick your ass
Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Let me hear you say... yeah!
You're so fat, you're fucked up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit
You're not fat, they're fucked up
You're not skinny, they're sick
You're just tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bullshit
Now what?
Now what?
Now what?
What you gonna say the next time you see us?
Now what?
Now what?
Now what?
What you gonna say the next time you see me?
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