Lyrics

It's like 36 degrees here
Celsius
Don't hate this until you rate this
Don't knock this until you rock this (yeah, that's right)
Come on, Adrian, sing us a song
Come on Adrian, sing us a song
I cut myself shaving
It wasn't intentional, yeah
I went to a party
I put a picture of you in my wallet
I wore a suit, suit, suit
It did not suit my style
I wore my brand-new belt
Uh-huh, and now I know how Ian Curtis felt
Oh, my little pretty one, I touch myself, I touch myself
And everywhere I look, I always find myself aside myself
I think I'm all together, but I tear myself apart
Because I cut myself, I cut myself
I cut myself, I cut myself shaving!
You fuck yourself way too hard
You wouldn't be cool if it weren't
For the lessons that you learned in The Bell Jar
Oh, na, na, na
In the white room, you shoot me dead
I'm in the air, in subatomic particles
In my bathroom and in my bed
With Hustler magazine
I read it for the articles
Oh, my little pretty one, I touch myself, I touch myself
And everywhere I look, I always find myself aside myself
I think I'm all together, but I tear myself apart
Because I cut myself, I cut myself
I cut myself, I cut myself
Oh, my little pretty one, I touch myself, I touch myself
And everywhere I look, I always find myself aside myself
I think I'm all together, but I tear myself apart
Here's a list of cute foods! (What?)
Squash, chicory, bubble and squeak, pork pie
Fairy bread, dim sim, and potato cakes
Ham! Ham on the bone, ham in general
Crème caramel, Dr. Pepper, Doc, Doc's Kettle Pops
Gummy Bears, gingerbread men, Chupa Chups
RedRum, soufflé, guacamole, toffee apple
Hot dog, abalone, kompot, chicken strips
Sorbet, Eggs Benedict, gravy, brains!
Written by: Sergei Rachmaninoff
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