Why aren't I a woman that no man can resist?
Why aren't I a woman that men would kill each other for my kiss?
Why aren't I a woman who can bring despair with a roll of my eye?
Why aren't I the kind of woman who makes them wonder why they even try?
Why aren't I a woman that makes other girls feel plain?
Why aren't I a woman that other girls just want to have remember their name?
Why aren't I a woman that girls look at, shake their heads and sigh?
Why aren't I the kind of woman that makes them wonder why they even try?
Why aren't I the kind of woman that though no man can keep he never forgets?
The kind of woman that though no man can keep he never regrets?
Why aren't I the woman who breaks the heart of James Bond?
Why aren't I a woman that men still adore though I done them so wrong?
Why aren't I a woman that men speak of, as they break down and cry,
«My God, she was so great. Why did I even try?»