She lives as a party monster,
She's a transparent kinda girl.
She likes playing dead on Sundays,
She likes watching carpet on the wall.
But when she stops her thinking
Her mind turns straight to [bad word] And then she starts to daydream,
Her mind turns straight to [bad word] 

Hey hey hey! 

I start to wonder
Does she love [bad word] more than us?

She likes to hang out with her private Mahatma
She likes to play with her big black box
She likes to talk about hipster music
But never takes it serious at all.
And when she stops her talking,
Her mind turns straight to [bad word] 
And then she starts to daydream,
Her mind turns straight to [bad word] 

Hey hey hey! 

I start to wonder
Does she love [bad word] more than us?