I know she won't hurt me 'cause I smell like adolescence
If she bought from him she'd get me for free
And she's amazed at how lifelike I am
Fruit with a touch of cinnamon is better than to starve for a week
Wish I had burned my face off
So I could get some sleep
I wish I was a child
I wish I was somebody's child
I wish I was somebody
Not just a body
A child's body
Didn't go to prom, could've been the king
But I'm with her
Fingers in my hair
And she makes me drink her river
She knows I am an artist, she wants me to paint her face
As she takes His name in vain
I fall into her embrace
I wish I was a child
I wish I was somebody's child
I wish I was somebody
Not just a body
I wish I was a child
I wish I was somebody's child
I wish I was somebody
Not just a body
A child's body
A child's body
A child's body