There's a chair, in my head,
On which I used to sit
Took a pencil and I wrote
The following on air:
Now there's a key,
Where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, and throw it at me
Dig it up, n throw it at me
Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to,
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind?
Got a knife to disengage,
The voids that I can't bear,
To cut out words I've got written,
on my chair, like:
Do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I dont think so.
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I dont think so.
Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to, now Im in a virgin state of mind?
Virgin state of mind.
Virgin state of mind.
Virgin state of mind.




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