Shed your skin girl, shed your skin
 Dance for him like your mother used to
 Just like your father taught you to do
 He couldn't help but laugh at the girl
 Ripping out eyes from his head
 Why don't you believe me?
 When I tell you you're [bad word] intimidating
 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
 I am the can that holds dirty water
 I am the canvas you paint with
 I'll be the can that holds dirty water this time
 Mice scratching at the walls in your head
 Mice at the walls in your head
 I am the can that holds dirty water
 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
 [bad word] is not a word that dabbles around our block
 Drink it down like you have the strength of fifty men
 Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
 I am the can that holds dirty water
 I am the canvas you paint with
 I am the can that holds dirty water this time
 Luck will hit the habitat
 Luck will hit the habitat
 Mice scratching at the walls in your head
 Mice scratching at the walls in your head
 Funnier every time I see it
 Funnier every time I feel it
 Every time I lose it
 Funnier every time I lose it
 Mice scratching at the walls in your head
 Mice scratching at the walls in our heads
 (inside of me, inside of you)
 Luck will hit the habitat
 (inside of me, inside of you)
 Luck will hit the habitat