"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?