She Said

And there's no clothes I can buy
Make me feel like myself
She said, so I put on clothes
To make me look, feel like someone else instead
As a matter of fact I don't like to be seen
'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself
She said, you better hit her
She said, she said, she said, she said, she's dead
There no perfume I can buy
Make me smell like myself
So I put on perfume
To make me smell like someone else in bed
And as a matter of fact
I don't like to be scented
I don't like to smell myself
She said you better hit her
She said, she said, she said, she said, she said
But I'm not afraid of being more than pretty
While you're getting paid
To wind yourselves up until you drop, yeah
There no one I can talk to
Like I talk to myself
She said, so I play games to make them
Think I'm someone else, it's inbred
As a matter of fact
I don't like to be seen
'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself
She said, you better hit her
I'm not afraid
Of being more than pretty
While you're getting paid
To wind yourselves up until you drop
She said, she said, she said
She's dead, she's dead, she's sad, she's played
It's ingrained, she's stained
She's played, she's trade
I've ****ed up inside my own head
And what the hell I'm doing
In a place like this
I know exactly why I'm here, me