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, throw it at me

Dig it up, 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 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




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