Polished trophy, pretty whore Leave the house to feel adored Evil eaves so soft and sweet So why'd you let them pass you around like meat? You're not even breast You're not even steak You're a Happy Meal Just lay there on a plate You're available at any hour They just drive-through Take your power-uh-uh-er! Pow-ow-ow-ower! You better watch out I think your meat is starting to turn Sour! Groupie, they all lovingly Fear the things you could achieve If you thought better of yourself But you prefer to fuck up your mental health You grew up hungry Hunger pangs for company You coulda sucked dry all the seas But nothing seemed to put you at ease They say You always sing in a minor key Only about things that concern me I'm happy day-to-day But this hunger - it never goes away I grew up hungry Hunger pangs for company I coulda sucked dry all the seas But nothing seemed to put me at ease Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes, and love No none of these things seem enough For girls like her, And guys like me, Depleted in com-company Depleted company Depleted company No I don't wanna be saved I'm not askin' for that - I prefer to be brave And fill myself up with things That I know will just fuck with my head With things that I know will just fuck up my head Well at least I helped one girl Crawl out of stranger's beds And you I doubt you ever bothered to see What's going on in her head Well it's easy to judge, And it's easy to say what you said. No it's easy, so easy To say What you said
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