It’s seems that all they
Play the same game
When people rate
What makes you popular?
My killer hells
Are not my aim!
It’s me, Jamala…
Oh, yeah!
But you want scandals
You want “Kiss and tell”
Again, again, you’re
Staying deaf to me.
The only thing
I want to say –
It’s me, Jamala!
Oh, yeah!
I’m not GaGa,
I’m not GaGa,
I’m not GaGa, I’m not Amy.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not…
It’s me, Jamala! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby!
It’s me. It’s me. It’s me, Jamala.
Can’t see the forest for the trees.
All that “tabloid beauty” is so skin deep.
My music is my privilege!
So I’m singing… Oh, yeah!
Oh, why it’s your priority
You write my dress and hear
All right by now…
But that is not my cup of tea
It’s me, Jamala!
Oh, yeah!
I’m not GaGa,
I’m not GaGa,
I’m not GaGa, I’m not Amy.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not…
It’s me, Jamala! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby!
It’s me. It’s me. It’s me, Jamala.
