Boredoms in the bathroom shaking out the loose teeth
Sally's in the [bad word] claiming her destiny
And nobody nowhere understands anything about me
And all my dreams lost at sea

Jack it up Judy, set your heart alight
Mayfair mistress of the satellites
Misspent youth, faking up a rampage to hold off
The real slaves paid off and staid

And what you never knew
Can never get to you
So fake it

I'll be your stumbleine
I'll be your super queen
And make you

Jukebox [bad word] hanging 'round the [bad word] 
No matter what you say, he'll be back for more
Mommy's in the manger with the little kids
She's got her reasons, got my forgets of tears
And idle threats misplaced

And no matter what they do
They can't get to you
So fake it

I'll be your stumbleine
I'll be your super queen
And make you me
 [bad word] [bad word]  I could never sleep alone