She Said

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 said She said
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 shes stained shes played Shes trade

I've fucked up inside my own head and what the hell I'm doing
In a place like this I know exactly why I'm here me