Livin in, Ive created a monster What am I to do youre not in the room Cried out, like you had an opinion When did you get so cynical and upset? Shouting out, this bedrooms a fortress Television tunes for the kitchen knives Mary Anne, so twisted and magic You left an empty corridor in my bed Bare with me, intellectual phony Shopping seasons over down your neighbourhood Stay with me, suffering and surfing Tiny little books about growing up I shaved my legs from down I waxed my hands to shine Ill mess up Mary Anne Staying in, Ive created a monster Solitudes a castle for the soul Crying out, like you had an opinion But oh my god, no ones listening I shaved my legs from down I waxed my hands to shine Ill mess up Mary Anne I waxed my hands to shine Ill mess up Mary Anne
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