Oh, oh, stick it down your throat
I'm watching from the bathroom
Making sure I don't choke, choke
From the words you spoke when you're screaming at the mirror
Now you're sitting in the cafeteria
Shoving clementines and orange bacteria
Down your throat a dozen times or near, yeah
Fooling those around of your bulimia

You turn oranges to orange juice
Enter there, then spit it out of you
Your body is imperfectly perfect
Everyone wants what the other one's working
No more orange juice

Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ

Oh, oh, I believe you chose to blow it on the reading carpet
That's what happens when you stuff it
Please say that you won't continue
Ordering oranges off the menu
Stuffing up your mouth like t-t-tissue
The way you look is not an issue

You turn oranges to orange juice
Enter there, then spit it out of you
Your body is imperfectly perfect
Everyone wants what the other one's working
No more orange juice

Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ

Ooh, I wish I could give you my set of eyes
'Cause I know your eyes ain't working, mmm
I wish I could tell you that you're fine, so fine
But you will find that disconcerting

You turn oranges to orange juice
Enter there, then spit it out of you
Your body is imperfectly perfect
Everyone wants what the other one's working
No more orange juice

Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ

Eee, I, ah, OJ
Eee, I, ah, OJ