Blame the stylist She's the enemy She took control And made me her slave She said she had a PhD in style So I let her do her thing to me She said grin and bear it She said grin and bear it So I grin and bear it I grin and bear it I knew the dress was wrong But I tried to get along She made me look like a who*e Who am I being s**y for Then she told me to dance I said I have two left feet Then she pushed me out on the floor And put on Moby She said grin and bear it She said grin and bear it So I grin and bear it I grin and bear it The only way out Is to strip down Your true identity Gets no publicity Grin and bear it She said grin and bear it So I grin and bear it I grin and bear it