Tekster: My Ruin. Made to Measure.

I was born like this with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now

You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep runnin' your mouth off but
You can kiss my *

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

I got the curves to fear
I got the words to feel
And when I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal

You don't have to be sorry
You don't have to be saved
You just need to be proud
Of the body that God gave

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Listen to me, say, yeah
I'm so fat, I'm * up
I'm so skinny, I'm sick
I'm so tired of the magazines

Talkin' that bull*, I'm not fat, they're * up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just so tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bull*

I was born like this, with eyes like this
Teeth like this, and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
When I die, I'll die like this, now

You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but
I just might kick your *

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Not made to measure, baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall

Let me hear you say, yeah
You're so fat, you're * up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines

Talking that bull*, you're not fat, they're * up
You're not skinny, they're sick
You're just tired of the critics
Who keep talking that bull*

Now what?, Now what?, Now what?
What you gonna say the next time you see us?
Now what?, Now what? Now what?
What you gonna say the next time you see me?