Maybe if i shave my p**y
Then you'll love me
Baby, will you love me?
I'm really feeling ugly
Pretending there is nothing
Is like erasing what is coming
Or ignoring the primal feelings
That are surging through your body
Oh, i really don't know
How we can stand still
In all of this snow
Oh, i really can't guess
How we can move
Through all of this mess
Credit card was worn out
Embarra**ment at the checkout
All she needed was some honey
The lineup was getting impatient
With floating blue horses
And the floating blue flowers
Slowly getting pushed around
By the ceiling fans
Oh, i really don't know
How we can stand still
In all of this snow
Oh, i really can't guess
How we can move
Through all of this mess
Maybe if i shave my p**y
Then you'll love me
Baby, will you love me?
I'm really feeling ugly