She Said

And there's no clothes I can buy

Make me feel like myself

She said, so I put on clothes

To make me look, feel like someone else instead

As a matter of fact I don't like to be seen

'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself

She said, you better hit her

She said, she said, she said, she said, she's dead

There no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else in bed

And as a matter of fact

I don't like to be scented

I don't like to smell myself

She said you better hit her

She said, she said, she said, she said, she said

But I'm not afraid of being more than pretty

While you're getting paid

To wind yourselves up until you drop, yeah

There no one I can talk to

Like I talk to myself

She said, so I play games to make them

Think I'm someone else, it's inbred

As a matter of fact

I don't like to be seen

'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself

She said, you better hit her

I'm not afraid

Of being more than pretty

While you're getting paid

To wind yourselves up until you drop

She said, she said, she said

She's dead, she's dead, she's sad, she's played

It's ingrained, she's stained

She's played, she's trade

I've ****ed up inside my own head

And what the hell I'm doing

In a place like this

I know exactly why I'm here, me