I have no reaction motors
I have never wanted to be a plane
And there's no scales in my skin
Among other things, I'm not a fish
And I haven't got a seat, and I haven't got tires
Because I'm not a motorcycle
I'm made up in three dimensions
Because I'm not a photograph
I have no crystal balls
I'm not a Christmas tree
My color is dull
Because I'm not a flower either
And I wish not to walk among sewers
Because I'm not a rat
Nor to end up in a trash bin
Because I'm not a can
I'm neither a man or a woman
I'm just a person
I'm just a person
I'm just a person
I have no buttons to press
Or organizational charts to do
I have no clock hands or go "ding-dong"
Because I'm not a clock either
And I have no tuning command
Because I'm not a radio
And I don't have place
For a lot of people
Because I'm not a stadium
I'm neither a man or a woman
I'm just a person
I'm just a person
I'm just a person
I'm just a person