I see that I'm not
The girl who's only talked about for her body
The girl that someone would drag home
And that someone would show off outside
I'm not just going to pass
I still remain, ooh ooh
No one can touch me
Without my permission, ooh ooh
I see that people remember
Me, not the girl
That someone would drag home
That someone would call "my beautiful"
I'm not just going to pass
I still remain, ooh ooh
No one can touch me
Without my permission, ooh ooh