It's two in the mornin' and I wanna drink wine
Listen to Kurt singin' in the pines
Couldn't be any more hipster if I tried
Father, Son and Holy Ghost don't wanna talk
Baby, don't touch me, I'm made of chalk
Fine pink lace and faceless effigy
And it scares me
To think that nobody
Looks at me that way
Looks at me that way
Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine
Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same
Wanna pierce my nipples and go dancin' in the rain
No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue
I love everyone but especially you
Wanna go ahead and pack a picnic just for two
But it scares me
To think that you, baby
Don't look at me that way
Don't look at me that way
