Here comes another day dream, floating through my mind
If you'd stop moaning, the world might listen
Cutting the fruit down from my trees, fitting in the mise en scène
So what? Big deal. You should act more femme
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
What I say is not obscene, when I'm feeling measured in my time
The world keeps groaning, won't someone listen?
Clawing at duality, it's such a drag, I'm drowning
So what? Big deal. Stop acting like men
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I am the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
The one
And I, oh I, I've always been a brawler
And I, oh I'm sick of feeling smaller
And I, oh I could be ten foot taller
But I, oh I, I'm sick of all the bother
And I, oh, I've always been a brawler
And I, oh I'm sick of feeling smaller
And I, oh I could come in for ya
Cause I, oh I'm sick of feeling, sick of feeling
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I am the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I am the one
Turn me round, hook me in
Spit me out, I'm the one
The one, the one, the one, the one
The one, the one, the one, the one
