There s a chair in my head on which I used to sit
Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it
Now there s a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, throw it at me
Dig it up, throw it at me
Where can I run to, where can I hide
Who will I turn to now I m in a virgin state of mind
Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can t bear
To cut out words I ve got written on my chair
Like do you think I m sexy
Do you think I really care
Can I burn the mazes I grow
Can I, I don t think so
Can I burn the mazes I grow
Can I, I don t think so
Where can I run to, where can I hide
Who will I turn to now I m in a virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind