Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines
It smells like girl, it smells like girl

She walks over me
She walks over me
Hold you close like we both died
My ever pressing suicide
My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest for
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest of you
Daddy, Daddy
Please come here
Don't you touch me, don't you dare
We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest of you
Now you see she walks the same
And now you see she talks the same
You never know what you will get
You never know what you'll forget
She walks over me
She walks over me