Parte I: I am strong I am able I spill milk on your table Then I crawl like a baby Just to see if you save me I am sweet I am ugly I am mean if you love me I try hard just to please you When I say I don't need you I dress up with a conscience When I think you'll be watching I say all the right things I don't know what I mean Am I Am I Getting through I am ignorant and rude I am fashionably crude And sometimes when it's quiet I'm an angel in white When I pose in the mirror I want everyone near me I am scared that I'm weird I'm afraid I am queer I am lovely I am weak I am foul when I speak I am strange when I'm kind I am frying my mind Am I Am I Getting through (I don't care, I don't care) Jesus loves me I know For my mom told me so I'm a loser at love I'm a flower in the mud Am I Am I Getting through Parte II: Don't you hate me When the motor starts running out Your esoteric rants were made to twist and shout I heard you moved now your hangin on the Moulin Rouge Don't you know no matter where you go Somebody's always watching you That's what they say that's what they say When the pages fade the love you made will seem one hundred light years away