I'm not in the mood for stories About the weight of a girl Though I try To recapture the rapture But the snapshot is not who you are Did you lie? Was it me? Was it I? Did I make it up believing I've got to shake it up for fear that it would up and try To cast me in the role of what is wasted on the face of a boy Every cry That's my name Oh my god, I wanna rate it, I wanna rate it, I wanna rate it Every time Wicked beat Wicked lie We could treat each other under the wicked sign I want a piece of you I want a reason to I want a laser light 'til I can speak your mind And there's another English lesson I guess it's a game So I lay low If you say so Bounce down in the daylight May I stayed right My eye on the prize Or go blind I have grieved I've be lying By the grievance even sentences unwind I want a piece of you I want a reason to I want a laser light 'til I can speak your mind 'til I can speak your mind Wicked beat Wicked lie