Lyrics:

Dear Mr and/or Mrs. Sender. We're pleased to inform you that your applications been accepted.
Starting from the time you get this letter. Your life will be a never ending - hope you're feeling better.
You get your choice of anesthetic. Ohhh. We'll chop your clock off! [tick tock 4X]
It might not be what you expected. But there's no money back once you've been ripped off, ripped off, ripped off.

Today's a very special day. The boys'll murder for it, but what will the neighbours say?
It leaves you feeling sort of hollow. It might be nice to look at - don't forget you're stuck with it tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

You're big enough to stop pretending. You'll start to really show within a week or so.
So don't go saying it's just come to your attention. You'll get more that you're asking for without the right protection.

Today's a very special day. And how'd we'd love to have a little thing with which to play.
But love won't get you very far NO! Today be still your beating heart. You'll have to keep on feeding it tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will beat girls with no warning oh.
Girls will be girls will beat guys will beat boys that don't cry over toys that they use to beat girls they despise by the morning oh.
They always said that sex would change you, change you, change you...

No second thoughts the knife is nearing. You'll never hear the pitter patter, pitter patter.
Of this little feat of engineering. Of course I love you, and of course it's what inside that matters.
But I think this whole charade is ending. It seems to me to be the only way to keep from getting.
Caught up in a long life of regretting. The doctors said that once you get a taste for it you'll keep on cutting.

But while you happen to be hear. Why don't you whisper those sweet forevers in my ear?
Stiff upper lip inside this sorrow. Hurry up and stick and it in! You never know when it will end. tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Tomorrow and TOMORROW and tomorrow and TOMORROW. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow!!

They always said that sex would change you, change you, change you...