Can’t Be Tamed

For those who don't know me, I can get a bit crazy
Have to get my way, ya, 24 hours a day
'Cause I'm hot like that
Every guy everywhere just gives me mad attention
Like I'm under inspection, I always get the 10s
'Cause I'm built like that

I go through guys like money flyin' out their hands
They try to change me but they realize they can't
And every tomorrow is a day I never planned
If you're gonna be my man, understand

(Chorus)
I can't be tamed, I can't be saved
I can't be blamed, I can't, can't
I can't be tamed, I can't be changed
I can't be saved, I can't be (can't be)
I can't be tamed

If there is a question about my intentions
I'll tell ya
I'm not here to sell ya
Or tell ya to go to hell
(I'm not brat like that)
I'm like a puzzle but all of my pieces are jagged
If you can understand this, we can make some magic
I'm wrong like that

I wanna fly I wanna drive I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby by now you should know

[Chorus]

I'm not a trick you play, I wired a different way
I'm not a mistake, I'm not a fake,
It's set in my DNA

Don't change me (x4)

(I can't be tamed)

I wanna fly I wanna drive I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby by now you should know

(chorus)

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