I want another enema-nema-nema
Good waste is an oxymoron-moron-moron
My body is an exit wound, oh, my wounds, oh, my wounds
I want another enema-nema-nema
Hunting hair to find emotional grace
I am scared you'll see my body
And know that removing hair has taken over my life
And I don't know how to stop
I want another enema-nema-nema
Good waste is an oxymoron-moron-moron
My body is an exit wound, oh, my wounds, oh, my wounds
I want another enema-nema-nema
On the rim of an emotional place
I fear you'll see my body
And know that removing hair has taken over my life
And I don't know how to stop
I want another enema-nema-nema
Good waste is an oxymoron-moron-moron
My body is an exit wound, oh, my wounds, oh, my wounds
I want another enema-nema-nema
On the brink of an impossible feat
I get scared you'll see my body
And know that hunting hair has taken over my life
And I don't know how to stop
On the brink of an impossible feat
I get scared you'll see my body
And know that hunting hair has taken over my life
And I don't know how to stop