She Said

And there's 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 sad She staid 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 she's stained she's played she's trade I've ****ed up inside my own head and what the **** am doing In a place like this I know exactry why I'm here ---- me