And there's no clothes I can buy

Make me feel like myself

She said

So I put on clothes

To make me look feel like someone else

Instead

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's dead

There no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

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

I don't like to smell myself

She Said

You better hit her

She said, she said, she said.

She sad She staid

But 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

So I play games to make them

Think I'm someone else

It's inbred

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

I'm not afraid

Of being more than pretty

While your getting paid

To wind yourselves up untill you drop

She said, she said, she said.

She's dead, she's dead she's sad she's played

It's ingrained she's stained she's played she's trade

I've ****ed up inside my own head and what the **** am doing

In a place like this I know exactry why I'm here ---- me