Fairly slow she'd moved in world wrestling spectacle League surrender, weak gender, stage name Shoulders bare mean nothing audience-wise And they want that shoulder down Royal gown, nylon inner-seam Abrasive to the skin no real princess wears I was unprepared, I didn't know the feeling What it was there, all I was, in you, ringing true Now she shines in column-inches on the page It's a perfect rage, it's a perfect rage They can fire their warning shots across her bow They can't show her how, they can't touch her now Me, I left the league last year, and the time was right Rating point scam, TV-cam low-res She lets it's own static, right-there audacity Be the glamour here Pixel smear I was unprepared, I didn't know the freedom None had quite seen, I was not the same I simply couldn't be there, touch what's not me See what seen eyes see, without me