Lyrics

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)
Written by: Crispin Hunt
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