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And there's no clothes I can buy
Make me feel like myself
She said
So I put on clothes to make me look like someone else instead
And as a matter of fact, I don't like to be seen
'cause I'm not satisfied with myself
She said
You'd better hit her
She said (x4)
She's dead (x2)

There's no perfume I can buy
Make me smell like myself
She said
So I put on perfume to make me smell like someone else in bed
And as a matter of fact I don't like to be scented
'cause I don't like to smell myself
She said
You'd better hit her
She said (x4)
She's dead (x2)
I'm not afraid of being more than pretty,
But you're getting paid to wind yourselves up until you drop
Yeah...

There's no one I can talk to
Like I talk to myself
She said
So I play games to make them think I'm someone else
It's inbred
And as a matter of fact I don't like to be seen
'cause I'm not satisfied with myself
She said
Then I hit her

I'm not afraid of being more than pretty
You're getting paid to wind yourselves up until you drop
She said...