no I can't explainthis adolescent pain
maybe it's just jealousy
of the one I want to be
that's all right
that's ok
how are you?
by the way
Everything and nothing more
Who is me and what are you?
teenage servants scream for more
yes, you've heard this one before
from my broken lips
I try to sell my hips
and when I'm stepping out
I join the lonely shouts
And so on