There's a chair in my head
On which I used to sit,
Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it
Now there's a key
Where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, throw it at me
Dig it up, throw it at me
Where can I run to, where can I hide
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind
Got a knife to disengage the voids
That I can't bear
To cut out words
I've got written on my chair
Like do you think I'm sexy
Do you think I really care
Can I burn the mazes I grow
Can I, I don't think so
Can I burn the mazes I grow
Can I, I don't think so
Where can I run to, where can I hide?
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind