Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just "ripple" said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

It's [bad word] I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's [bad word] I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And [bad word] 
Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed " I [bad word] love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!"

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy [bad word] 
I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy [bad word] on hurt me

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish...