Special

Guys wanna do me, boys wont talk to me
The Dr and the minister, They look right through me
What they don’t seem to understand is Im SPECIAL
Had a boyfriend once he couldn’t take the pressure
Poor guy couldn’t come up to the measure
He couldn’t do it, they never can Cos Im SPECIAL
When I was born they slapped my behind. It was kinda fun I didn’t really mind
But when I grew up if they gave me a whack I made em cry when I slapped em back
Well I played with matches and I soon found
It was kinda funny when the school burnt down
Then the sheriff came knocking on our door
Poor old sheriff wasn’t seen anymore
But it wasn’t quite as funny as it first appeared
When the judge bang his hammer and gave me ten years
But Im busting out tonight and I hold a grudge judge cos Im SPECIAL
Know right from right bad from good
Im not Im not evil just misunderstood
Im just looking for fun hey whats a girl to do
Hey don’t run away Im talking to you
One of these days Im goning to settle down
With a white picket fence on the outskirts of town
Make gingerbread for all the girls and boys
Don’t struggle Judge don’t make noise
We’ll laugh and talk and the days gone by
Well I laugh you’ll mostly cry
And scream and beg and rant and rave and take the memory to your grave cause Im SPECIAL
SPECIAL/SPECIAL/SPECIAL/SPECIAL/SPECIAL