You never listen to a word that I said You only see me for the clothes that I wear Or did the interest go so much deeper? It must have been the color of my hair The public image The public image The public image What you wanted was never made clear Behind the image was ignorance and fear You hide behind this public machine Still follow the same old scheme The public image The public image The public image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began I will not be treated as property The public image The public image The public image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began It's not a game of monopoly The public image The public image The public image