Wouldn't it be nice if my words were sticks and stones
so they would definitely hurt you or even better
make your mother never birth you
Just make her feel like me, aching she sits and bleeds
thinking is this what she really needs
So what the hell if I'm not really perfect
nobody ever said I had to be
And even if I wasn't really perfect
you'd give an arm and a leg to be me
You just wanna be me
don't you really really wanna be me
pretty like me
Wouldn't it be nice to take a little trip over some ce
and make you freeze like you did me
so maybe freezin' wasn't such a bad idea
But knowing my luck you'd float back up
and make the freezin' stop isn't life such a breeze
seems like Jesus took a trip to the fucking Antilles
Oh you know it's true
you can't deny it
Closing doors before you even
try it..