There's a chair, in my head,

On which I used to sit

Took a pencil and I wrote

The following on air:

Now there's a key,

Where my wonderful mouth used to be



Dig it up, and throw it at me

Dig it up, n 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 dont think so.



Can I burn the mazes I grow?

Can I? I dont think so.



Where can I run to?

Where can I hide?

Who will I turn to, now Im in a virgin state of mind?

Virgin state of mind.

Virgin state of mind.

Virgin state of mind.