If I make it to heaven I may be as bloody as hell. Would you still take me? I'm afraid that you might say, 'Depart from me, I never knew you.'
I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body. I must have stumbled in.
All the love I want to give, Gets caught between every rib. What does that make me? I have good intentions, But no exit for them to come out right through.
I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body. I must have stumbled in.