Geeks do not have pedigrees, or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines, it smells like girl, it smells like girl
She walks over me, she walks over me
Hold you close like we both died, my ever pressing suicide
My stupid fuck, my blushing bride, oh tear my heart out, tear my heart out
She walks over me, she walks over me
I shut my mouth with, I gotta use the rest for
Daddy, Daddy, please come here, don't you touch me, don't you dare
We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same
She walks over me, she walks over me
I shut my mouth with, I gotta use the rest
Yeah, I 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