Geeks do not have pedigrees

Or perfect punk-rock resumes

Or anorexic magazines

It smells like girlit smells like girl

She walks over me

She walks over me

Hold you close like we both died

My ever pressing suicide

My stupid [bad word] blushing bride

Ohtear my heart outtear my heart out

She walks over me

She walks over me

I shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest for

YeahI gotta shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest of you

Daddydaddy
 [bad word] here

Don’t you touch medon’t you dare

We look the samewe talk the samewe are the samewe are the same

She walks over me

She walks over me

I shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest

YeahI gotta shut my mouth with

I gotta use the rest of you

Now you see she walks the same

And now you see she talks the same

You never know what you will get

You never know what you’ll forget

She walks over me

She walks over me