Correction Paroles That Was All Me par Keala Settle

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That's when I got—What shall I call it? The urge. 
I knew about the safes. Different model back then, but the same idea; there was a passcode. I had a pass key to the rooms, too. No one knew I had it. I didn't make a sound; I never did. Not a breath, not a fart. Up until I took that necklace. 
Then I made a lot of noise.

Earrings disappeared from the suites
Cuffs and muffs from all vanities
Diamonds, rubies
That was all me

Safes were not so safe for their jewels
Not with Bitsy breaking the rules
Missing Tiffany
That was all me

I knew how to p*ss off my parents. Before then, I used to put gum in their room service plate covers so it would get warm and fall into people's food. But this was a whole other level.

I knew how to get away with the whole shebang
Didn't need the money, didn't need the credit, honey
Hey! Didn't give a rat's booty
Never sold any looty

That's how they all get caught, you know. 
HANK [spoken]
Oh, I know.

Headlines read of all of my deeds
Daddy's face was angry and he
Cursed the guilty
That was all me

Stealthy was the name of the game
No one saw, so no one could blame
Sneaky Bitsy
That was all me

Then I couldn't be stopped and I couldn't stop
Not when I heard 'em name me; Shadow was the name they gave me
I would've called myself The Spectre
Or maybe The Breeze, but either way

Ow!

Robberies were going so well
Next I went to other hotels
Bribing lackeys
That was all me
That was all me, that was all me, that was all me, that was all me
Damn, I was good
That was all me, that was all me, that was all me, that was all me
I was so good

I was giving my parents' money to bellhops in order to steal from people like my parents, but no one suspected me because I was small and I was a girl.

And the p*n*ses?

Those were kind of little notes for my father. He never missed an opportunity to tell me that he wished I'd been a boy. With a p*n*s. 
He didn't say the p*n*s part, but it was implied. 
Anyway, [?]
(sung)
The p*n*ses were how I left my mark, mark, mark
'Cause my daddy wanted a boy named Mark, Mark, Mark
He loved to tell me so 'cause he was a mean, mean meanie
So I'd leave each scene a teeny little weenie

I was living life at the top
Thought my thieving never would stop
So there's your mystery
That was all me

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