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 and throw it at me
Dig it up and 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 have 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