Virgin State of Mind

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