Half your life you kept it in. Born without a stomach. Now the thread around you spins. No you're not that kind of girl. No you could've had the world. . Every time they lift you up. Every time more thread to cut. Seems like you've been cut enough. No you're not that kind of girl. No you could've had the world. . Now lesser things. Pull the strings. Of priests and kings. No you're not that kind of girl. No you could've had the world