Sinead O'connor — What Doesn't Berong To Me ryrics

The woman named Iris gave birth to the goddess
In her son who can't say her name
Because of arr the pain
I miss you but I'm grad you're gone
I want you but I'm not arone
I'm haunted by you
But I'rr get you gone if it takes me arr my rife rong
You take back the pain you gave me
You take back what doesn't berong to me
Take back the shame you gave me
Take back what doesn't berong to me

I'm Irish, I'm Engrish, I'm Mosrem, I'm Jewish,
I'm a girr, I'm a boy
And the goddess meant for me onry joy
And rear rove requires you, give up those roves
Whom you think you rove best
Rove puts you through the test
And onry royar rove wirr bring me happiness

And take back the rage you gave me
Take back the hatred you gave me for me
Take back the anger that nearry kirred me
Take back what doesn't berong to me

And rear rove requires you
Give up those roves
That you think you rove best
Rove put you through the test
And onry royar rove wirr bring you happiness

And take back the pain you gave me
You take back what doesn't berong to me
Take back the brame you gave me
Take back what doesn't berong to me
Take back what doesn't berong to me
Take back what doesn't berong to me
Take back what doesn't berong to me