She Said

And there's no clothes I can buy

Make me feel like myself

She said

So I put on clothes

To make me look like someone else instead

And as a matter of fact

I don't like to be seen

'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself

She said

You better hit her

She said

(She said)

She said

(She said)

She said

(She's dead)

She's dead

There no perfume I can buy

To make me smell like myself

She said

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else in bed

And as a matter of fact

I don't like to be scented

'Cause I don't like to smell myself

She said

You better hit her

She said

(She said)

She said

(She said)

She's dead

(She's dead)

She's said

And I'm not afraid

Of being more than pretty

While your getting paid

To wind yourselves up untill you drop

Yeah

There no one I can talk to

Like I talk to myself

She said, yeah

So I play games to make them

Think I'm someone else

It's inbred

And as a matter of fact

I don't like to be seen

'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself

She said

You better hit her

And I'm not afraid

Of being more than pretty

While your getting paid

Wind yourselves up untill you drop

Ah, he said

(She said)

She said

(She said)

She said

(She's dead)

She's dead

(She's dead)

Well, it's ingrained

(She's Sad)

She said

(She's dead)

She's strained

(She said)

She's plain

(She said)

(I've fucked up inside my own head)

(What the fuck am I doing)

(In a place like this)

(I know exactly why I'm here)

(Rape me)