[Lyric] A Song About My Body (Isabella Vergun)

My body is a temple
At least, that's what they tell me
Though the Oxford English Dictionary defines temple as a dwelling-place of a deity or deities and therefore a house for divine worship

And i think it’s alarming
To be mistaken for a building
And even if I'm what's inside it
I'm not sure that I want to be

Cause I know that I am sacred
I'm don't think that i am pure
And if "sacred" means "alone"
I think it's fair that I'm not sure

And i know it's just a saying
I don't have to play semantics
But of course I'll play semantics
It's my job to play semantics

And my body is a plaything
And that’s where it gеts confusing
Because how can I be a plaything
If I’m supposеd to be a temple
And my body is a wonderland
I guess

Cause I know I am
Slightly shorter than I
Should be
Stand straight
You’re commodity
And smile more
Think less
Ask me all about
My body is

And my body is a trophy
At least that’s what they tell me
Since it is bright and tight and shiny
If I’m consistent with the upkeep

And it shouldn’t be too fatty
Since by body is meat tray
And no one likes a fatty meat tray
Who fucking puts tits on a meat tray

But my body is temptation
So I’m trying to play fair
To be careful of the way I walk
And slutty clothes I wear
And my body's an organ case
I guess

Cause I know I am
Slightly smaller than I
Could be
Jail bait
You’re commodity
And smile more
Tease less
Ask me all about
My

But sometimes I am
Slightly bigger than I
Could be
Lose weight
You’re commodity
And smile more
Eat less
Ask me all about
My

If my body is a temple
Then where the hell’s my sanctuary?
If my body is a trophy
Could you let me know who won?
And who am I doing this for?
And what am I doing this for?

My body isn’t perfect
No really, it’s not perfect
And I think that that’s okay
Since Joe Brown said it in the 50s

My body is banana
My body is on sublease
My body is a hot mess
It's a symbiotic masterpiece

My body is a sandwich bag
My body really likes food
My body is a cage
And it’s too bootylicious for you

My body is gomorra
My body is a portend
And I think that it's a godsend
That my body's been a good friend

And I am not my body
And I am not my body
And I still am

And I am not my body
And I am not my body
And I still am

Cause I know I am
Not
Quite ready but I
Could be
Stand straight
Not commodity
So smile more
Or less
Ask me all about
My