Polished trophy, pretty whore Leave the house to feel adored Evil eaves, so soft and sweet So why'd you let them pass you round like meat?
You're not even breast You're not even steak You're a Happy Meal Just lay there on a plate
You're available at any hour They just drive through Take your power, uh uh uh, power You'd better watch out I think your meat is starting to turn sour
Groupie, they all lovingly Fear the things you could achieve If you thought better of yourself But you prefer to Fuck up your mental health
You grew up hungry, hunger pangs for company You could've sucked dry all the seas But nothing seemed to put you at ease
They say "You always sing in a minor key Only about things that concern me" I'm happy day to day But this hunger, it never goes away
I grew up hungry, hunger pangs for company I could've sucked dry all the seas But nothing seemed to put me at ease (Me at ease)
Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love None of these things seem enough For girls like her and guys like me Depleted in com-, company Depleted company, depleted company
No, I don't wanna be saved I'm not asking for that I prefer to be brave I fill myself up with things I know Will just fuck with my head With things that I know Will just fuck up my head
Well, at least I helped one girl Crawl out of strangers' beds And you, I doubt you ever bothered to see What's going on in her head
Well, it's easy to judge And it's easy to say what you said No, it's easy, so easy to say-ay-ay-ay Eh eh eh, say what you said