Your dirty looks
They're saying no, oh, that won't do
Am I your stereotype?

Wearing a big tag for you?
Well what do you want?
You think you've got the best of me?

I'll be your stereotype.
Bringing out the worst in me


You make me wanna
Like I was never gonna
Give you a taste of

What I'm made of

I'm gonna make you wanna

Like you were never gonna
Wanna get more of
What I'm made of


Oh you're my gasoline,
Come on, fill me up.

Go on and hit me
With all you've got.
My engine's big enough to burn

Whatever it takes,
It won't choke or give in.


Come on and fill me up.
Go on and hit me
With all you've got.

Cause the more you through in,
The stronger it burns,
Let it burn, make me burn.


You make me wanna
Like I was never gonna

Give you a taste of
What I'm made of


I'm gonna make you wanna
Like you were never gonna
Wanna get more of

What I'm made of

So you think your so rock'n'roll

and you know it all? you know it all?
And you look at me like I'm just another pretty face
with nothing to say? nothing to say?

Well I'm gonna look back at you and smile.
And I won't say anything at all.
Cause I know when the time is right,

I'll get my chance to prove you wrong
I'll prove you, I'll prove you, I'll prove you.....


You make me wanna
Like I was never gonna
Give you a taste of

What I'm made of

I'm gonna make you wanna

Like you were never gonna
Wanna get more of
What I'm made of