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