When you saw me in the window, when my visage caught your eye
You saw me as a conquest, another something you could buy
You saw a dirty little party girl with neon heart of gold
That's the kind of story that schmucks like you get sold.
Can't peel the saint from the sinner, the madonna from the whore...
I'm not the girl you think I am and I'm in need of more.
You think you know me, but you don't.
You think you're gonna own me, but you won't.
When you look deep in my eyes, it comes as no surprise that it's not me that you see.
I will never be your fantasy.