She Said

There's no clothes I can buy

Make me feel like myself

She Said

So I put on clothes

To make me look like someone else

Instead

And 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's dead

There no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

She Said

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

'Cause I don't like to smell myself she Said

You better hit her

She said, she said, she's dead, she said

But I'm not afraid

Of being more than pretty

While your getting paid

To wind yourselves up until 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

And 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 until you drop

She said, she said, she said, she's dead,

And it's ingrained she said, she's trade, she's played

I've fucked up inside my own head and what the fuck am I doing

In a place like this I know exactly why I'm here rape me