Well I'm a little bit short   And a little bit round   And a little bit soft   And a little too loud      And I'm a bit of her mouth   And a bit of her eyes   And a lot of this hurts   'Cause I'm never his type      And if you rip apart this   And you rip apart that   And you sew 'em back together   Could I call you my man?      And I can't feel my feet   Oh it's a scary situation   When you have no belief   That your past cannot be beaten   And his looks like a dagger   He's focused all wrong   And all he sees is a woman made up of used parts      And I spoke to the prophets   And I prayed to the saints   And I thought my persistance was a symbol of faith      And I scream in his face   And I scream in the mirror   And he can't ever see that I'm standing right here      And you pick at my brain   While you're kicking my heart   Where's your dignity girl   Is that your version of art?      And I can't feel my feet   And it's a scary situation   When you have no belief   That your past cannot be beaten   And his looks like a dagger   He's focused all wrong   And all he sees is a woman made up of used parts      I can't fight my fear   No no you've seen it all before   Even the paper dolls come to life   They all bow before you   So maybe we'll all join hands   And get the party started   All he sees is a woman made up of used parts