Lletres: Aimee Mann. Bachelor No. 2. How Am I Different.

I can't do it
I can't conceive
you're everything you're trying to make me believe
cause this show is
too well designed
too well to be held with only me in mind

And how am I different?
How am I different?
How am I different?

I can't do it
so move along
do you really want to wait until I prove you wrong?
And don't tell me--
let me guess
I could change it all around if I would just say yes

But how am I different?
How am I different?
How am I different?

And just one question before I pack--
when you fuck it up later,
do I get my money back?

I can't do it
and as for you--
can you in good conscience even ask me to
Cause what do you care
about the great divide
as long as you come down
on the winner's side

And how am I different?
How am I different?
How am I different?

Just one question before I pack--
when you fuck it up later,
do I get my money back?