She Said

And theres 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 dont like to be seen
Cause Im not satisfied with myself
She said, you better hit her
She said, she said, she said, she said, shes 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 dont like to be scented
I dont like to smell myself
She said you better hit her
She said, she said, she said, she said, she said
But Im not afraid of being more than pretty
While youre 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 Im someone else, its inbred
As a matter of fact
I dont like to be seen
Cause Im not satisfied with myself
She said, you better hit her
Im not afraid
Of being more than pretty
While youre getting paid
To wind yourselves up until you drop
She said, she said, she said
Shes dead, shes dead, shes sad, shes played
Its ingrained, shes stained
Shes played, shes trade
Ive ****ed up inside my own head
And what the hell Im doing
In a place like this
I know exactly why Im here, me