Orange Juice

Oh, oh

Stick it down your throat

I’m watching from the bathroom

Making sure I don’t choke‚ choke

From the words you spoke when you’re screaming at the mirror

Now you’re sitting in the cafeteria

Shoving clementines and orange bacteria

Down your throat‚ a dozen times a year, yeah

For another round of your bulimia

You turn oranges into orange juice

Enter there, then spit it out of you

Your body is imperfectly perfect

Everyone wants what the other one's working

No orange juice

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

Oh, oh

I believe you chose to blow it on the reading carpet

That’s what happens when you’re starvin’

Please say that you won't continue

Ordering oranges off the menu

Stuffin’ up your mouth like t-t-tissue

The way you look is not an issue

You turn oranges into orange juice

Enter there, then spit it out of you

Your body is imperfectly perfect

Everyone wants what the other one's working

No orange juice

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

Ooh

I wish I could give you my set of eyes

'Cause I know your eyes ain't working

I wish I could tell you’re fine, so fine

But you will find that disconcert

You turn oranges into orange juice

Enter there, then spit it out of you

Your body is imperfectly perfect

Everyone wants what the other one's working

No orange juice

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

We cry OJ

We cry OJ