You think you know the animal until you strike a certain nerve
A latent homosex become so violent when provoked and now obscured
Beyond the rage you feel / There's some appeal in this
And objects in the mirror may be much closer than they might appear
Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
One Miss America could never service you (Chelsea queen with tambourine)
Confined until conformity achieved humiliation (6%, a tight machine)
You punch my face again / I'll have to call the State Police
I need my fingers for my work / Brush the dirt stains off your knees
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You think you know the animal until you strike a certain nerve
A latent homosex become so violent when provoked and now obscured
Beyond the rage you feel / There's some appeal in this
And objects in the mirror may be much closer than they might appear
Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
One Miss America could never service you (Chelsea queen with tambourine)
Confined until conformity achieved humiliation (6%, a tight machine)
You punch my face again / I'll have to call the State Police
I need my fingers for my work / Brush the dirt stains off your knees
A latent homosex become so violent when provoked and now obscured
Beyond the rage you feel / There's some appeal in this
And objects in the mirror may be much closer than they might appear
Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
One Miss America could never service you (Chelsea queen with tambourine)
Confined until conformity achieved humiliation (6%, a tight machine)
You punch my face again / I'll have to call the State Police
I need my fingers for my work / Brush the dirt stains off your knees