And theres 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, shes dead Shes sad Shes played
It`s ingrained shes stained shes played Shes 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
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