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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
Youre like school on Sunday
You aint 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
~Repeat
I got the curves to fear I got the words to feel
And when I scream I've heard them say
Ive got the voice to heal
I got the curves to fear
I got the words to feel
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
~Repeat
Listen to me say..Yeah!
I'm so fat I'm fked up
I'm so skinny I'm sick
I'm so tired of the magazines
Talkin that bulls**t
I'm not fat, they're fked up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just so tired of the critics who keep talking that bulls**t
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
~Repeat
Let me hear you say...Yeah!
You're so fat, you're fked up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bulls**t
You're not fat, they're fked up
You're not skinny, they're sick
You're just tired of the critics who keep talking that bulls**t
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?