(I shoulda been a women. I don't understand why I'm a man)
Had you in me
Had you in me
Had you in me
Had you in me
In me
In me
Sick of what I feel, sick of being real
Better stay clear or I might hijack a plane
I'm getting sick of what I feel, sick of being real
You better stay clear cos I'm about to blow the f** up
Soap on my body's gonna make me clean,
Giving birth makes me scream,
See my light (life?) pa** before me as I drown in the shadow under
My
Bubble bath,
A forced laugh a forged autograph,
First my body,
Now my corpse
I exercise daily...love my sports
I need when I concieve,
I sow seed, I can see no remourse,
I had you in me
Had you in me
You in me
In me
Me
Sick of what I feel
Sick of being real
Better stay clear or I might hijack a plane
I'm getting sick of what I feel
Sick of being real
You better stay clear cos I'm about to blow the f** up
I'm liquid
Serving speed, self deceit,
I teased you now youre tame,
Put treacle on your tummy to keep you sticky when I steal,
I take from you I hate for you
You fools who feel free (?)
You look like a little somebody looking for something
And I'm still myself