Is It My Body

"Not just any insane asylum," she exclaimed indignantly, as though I had offended her. "Though you certainly do not deserve it, you are a very lucky girl indeed, for you have been assigned a bed in the most progressively innovative, the most morally experimental, the most, ah, the most ingeniously directed medical institution for the mentally ill, lead by my own dear son, Dr. Montmorency Stockhill. You, unworthy child, are now an inmate of The Asylum For Wayward Victorian-"
 What have I got
 That makes you want to love me?
 Is it my body?
 Someone I might be?
 Something inside me?
 You'd better tell me
 Tell me
 It's really up to you
 Have you got the time to find out
 Who I really am?
 What does it take
 To get inside of your mind?
 Give me a break
 And take a chance
 For the very first time
 You'd better tell me
 Tell me
 It's really up to you
 Have you got the time to find out
 Who I really am?
 Something inside me
 Something inside me
 Something inside me
 Something inside me
 Something inside me
 Something inside me
 Something inside me
 What have I got
 That makes you want to love me?
 Is it my body?
 Someone I might be?
 Something inside me?
 You'd better tell me
 Tell me
 It's really up to you
 Have you got the time to find out
 Who I really am?