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