Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anarexic magazines
It smells like girl, it smells like girl
She walks over me
She walks over me
Hold you close like we both died
My ever pressing suicide
My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with you for
I got used the rest of you for
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with you
I gotta use the rest of you
Carrie, Carrie
Please come here
But don’t you touch me, don’t you dare
We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same
She walks over me
She walks over
I shut my mouth with you for
I gotta use the rest of you for
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with you for
I gotta use the rest of you
Now you see, she walks the same
And now you see she talks the same
You never know what you will get
Youe never know what your gonna get
She walks over me
She walks over me
She walks……
