ohh mmm take off my shirt loosen the buttons and undo my skirt stare at myself in the mirror pick me apart piece by piece. sorrow decrease pressure release i put in work did more than called upon, more than deserved when it was over, did i wind up hurt? (yes) but it taught me before a decision ask this question first who am i living for? ooh yeah is this my limit? can i endure some more Chances i m giving. Question existing who am i living for? ooohh is this my limit? cant i endure some more Chances I m giving. Question existing. take off my cool show themm that under here im just like you do the mistakes i make make me a fool or a human with flaws admit that im lost Round of applause Take the abuse Sometimes it feels like they want me to lose It s entertainment Is That An Excuse?(noo) But the question that lingers whether win or lose
who am i living for? (oh) is this my limit? can i endure some more? Chances I m giving. Question existing who am i living for? ooohh is this my limit can i endure some more? Chances i m giving. Question existing.
dear diary, It s Robyn. Entertaining is something i do for a living. It s not who i am. I like to think that I m normal. I laugh. I get mad. I hurt. I think guys suck sometimes. But when you re in the spot light everything seems good. (Oooh Yeah) Sometimes I feel like I have it worst cuz i always have to keep my guard up. I dont know who to trust. I dont know who wants to date me for who i am. Or who wants to be my friend for who i REALLY am.
who am i living for? (oh) is this my limit? can i endure some more Chances I m giving. Question existing. who am i living for? ooohh is this my limit? cant i endure some more Chances I m giving. Question existing