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I don't like men who tell me how to talk and how to dress I don't like girls who gossip when their own life is a mess I don't like winter in New York 'cause I don't like too much wind But I like the way you feel against me naked on my skin And I'll tell you what I think and I won't sugarcoat it baby, I am the real thing I'm too young to know better but I'm too damn old to care With enough tequila I might take up any dare I'm as aloof as November and mean like July But I can purr like a little kitten if you scratch me on my side I like the way I look although I am not model thin I am the real thing Do I make you blush do I talk too loud Do I drink too much, do I act too proud? Well take me as I am or take another now 'Cause I am not going to change for nobody no how I am not a good reformer I found a twisted satisfaction When I went back to confession just to see the priests' reaction After quite a pause he asked me if I was contrite then He gave me 25 Hail Marys to repeat every night Then I asked him am I free to go repeating all of my sins I am the real thing Chorus Letras de cancionesYou can look to the princess In her high glass tower Or join us witches we keep very late hours We are the real thing (Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics) From Letras Mania