Born perfect, born different, born better than your best
Меня вштырило 
And again and again
I feel this shooting pain
And again
Hide myself behind a wall of disdain
Reach for a saving hand...
And again
At the slightest touch
In vain
And again and again
In vain

And again and again
I feel this shooting pain
And again
Hide myself behind a wall of disdain
Reach for a saving hand...
And again
At the slightest touch
In vain
And again and again
In vain