I don't want your blessing
I don't want your taste
I make a confession:
I no longer know my place
I don't want your respect
I don't want your war
I don't want your heroin
Of all the things
That you supply
If you can't get me now
I don't want never
Can I have your blessing
To dislike your face
I make my confession:
I hear your voice, I hit erase
Of all the things that she brings
Of all the things that you suppy
If you can't get me now
I don't want never
