What

What are you looking at

What

Stop

What’s wrong

Baby what’s wrong

Baby

You're beautiful

You’re so beautiful

You just can’t see it

I wish you could see it

There was a lot of fuss on the roof that night

Jane started a fight

Left on Vine to the Hollywood Hills where she made some love for a couple bills

She finds time to rhyme

Her landlord knocks while her laundry’s drying

And her new boyfriend’s way past his prime and she’s sexting an ex at bedtime

Now Jane’s stuck

Just another nineties girl giving too many fucks

She's kicking and screaming and no one is hearing they’re sick of her dreaming but She’s got a show downtown

Yeah a real nice show downtown

SOS to momma in my pink pajamas am I still your baby girl

Was this never gonna be the way I see the world

SOS to momma in my pink pajamas am I still your baby girl

All I ever wanted was to be your favorite girl

Sundays she wonders if she could have been a wife

Or maybe a baby will validate her life

Maybe she just needs to be held at night

But her dads at the neighbors and her moms dying

And her last love phones to say goodbye and she’s touching herself to keep from crying

So the only place she feels real is in the exhibition of her anatomy but worries if her Inhibition is an

Imposition to her family

Her art is her and she's exposed she’s about to break she can’t let go

What comes next

We don’t know

Maybe it’s best to quit the show

SOS to momma in my pink pajamas am I still your baby girl

Was this never gonna be the way I see the world

SOS to momma in my pink pajamas am I still your baby girl

All I ever wanted was to be your favorite girl

When will we all learn to just love

When will we all learn

When will we all learn to just love

When will we all learn

When will we all learn to just love

When will we all learn