Maybe if i shave my pussy Then you'll love me Baby, will you love me? I'm really feeling ugly
Pretending there is nothing Is like erasing what is coming Or ignoring the primal feelings That are surging through your body
Oh, i really don't know How we can stand still In all of this snow
Oh, i really can't guess How we can move Through all of this mess
Credit card was worn out Embarrassment at the checkout All she needed was some honey The lineup was getting impatient With floating blue horses And the floating blue flowers Slowly getting pushed around By the ceiling fans
Oh, i really don't know How we can stand still In all of this snow
Oh, i really can't guess How we can move Through all of this mess
Maybe if i shave my pussy Then you'll love me Baby, will you love me? I'm really feeling ugly