Nous Ne Sommes Pas (We are not)

The heart of a child in a woman's body
Inside there's fear, outside the charm
Pantyhose that slips down
with a heart that follows
The mother of vices
Who's daughters are we?

The eyes of men are daggers
Metronomes that are always late
They admire us, then they insult
Treat us as queens, treat us like .... (guess the word, I dare you)

(chorus)
We are not what you want
We are not what you beleive
We're worse than that, so much worse
We are what you see
We are not what you think
We're worse than that, so much worse
It isn't what we are, it isn't what we are

would you look at yourself, take a look at me,
who is the jester and who's the king?
We are flowers, and you make us fade
If you get pricked don't start crying

(chorus)

We are not only mothers, not only daughters,
Dainty lace and eyes that shine
It isn't what we are, it isn't what we are

This is from Gone with the Wind french theater version, I'd give you the link to clip on youtube, except I don't like it. I like the song, though I don't beleive it, but when I'm angry at someone that sees only what he wants to see in me, I listen to this song and feel... arrogant, and sure of myself. Get why I like it?