Pra vocês de humanas

You can look but you can't touch

I don't think I like you much

Heaven knows what a girl can do

Heaven knows what you've got to prove

I think I'm paranoid

And complicated

I think I'm paranoid

Manipulated

Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness

And cleanliness is godliness, and God is empty just like me!

Only an Imperfect Girl!