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