There's a chair in
my head on which I used to sit
Took a pencil and
I wrote the following on it
Now there's a key
where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, throw
it at me
Dig it up, 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 don't think
so
Can I burn the mazes
I grow
Can I, I don't think
so
Where can I run to,
where can I hide
Who will I turn to
Now I'm in a virgin
state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
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