Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines
It smells like girlit smells like girl
She walks over me
She walks over me
Hold you close like we both died
My ever pressing suicide
My stupid fuckmy blushing bride
Ohtear my heart outtear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest for
YeahI gotta shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest of you
Daddydaddy
Please come here
Don’t you touch medon’t you dare
We look the samewe talk the samewe are the samewe are the same
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest
YeahI gotta shut my mouth with
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
You never know what you’ll forget
She walks over me
She walks over me
