Give me
Quietly, peacefully,
Show me
Carefully, thoughtfully,
Take me
Intently, forcefully,

and I still won't belong

chorus: I could be
           The epitome of grace
           Tower like a weeping willow tree
           Expected to be
           Salt like pure, snake like smooth
           A touch of royalty

Make them
Talk to me, laugh with me
Have them
Pamper me, cushion me,
Let them
Toy with me, undress me,

and they still won't be mine

chorus: I could be
           The epitome of grace
           Tower like a weeping willow tree
           Expected to be
           Salt like pure, snake like smooth
           A touch of royalty

Everybody wants a piece
No one wants the whole
Asking what the hell is wrong
But never daring to take control
Tired of letting this flawless mask
Float atop a pool of slime
To repent for someone else's sin
Being punished for somone else's crime

And despite it all, yes
Remain the epitome of grace
Handcuffed by strings of lace
The epitome of grace.