There's a chair in my head
On which I used to sit
Took a pencil and I wrote
The following on it
Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, throw it at me
Dig it up, throw it at me
Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind
Got a knife to disengage
The voids that I can't bear
To cut out words I've got written
On my chair, like
Do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I? I don't think so
Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
