What do I see? ,    That's the question I'm most afraid of.    One that asks me what I'm really made of.    What do I see, much more then a reflection.    a romance with cheer perfection.    I see me, I see me    Actress, Woman, Star and lover    Sister, sweetheart, slave and mother    I see me, and I like what I see.    Virgin, tramps, dream of others    Yeas it's me, Yeas it's me    We see you    You mean me?   I know God is shameless hussy    Diva, Princess, rude and lusty    Aaa aaa    That's not me, Can't be me    Angel, Devil    You can trust me   Mon a me    I see    Uh Uh    Every where I look baby all I see is    A contradiction    Ah com on    A pad edition    Knock it of    A inspiration    That's more like it    To a generation    Now you're talking    That's you   That's me