Sunday 19 December 2010

There's no-one I can talk to like I talk to myself, she said



There's no clothes I can buy
That make me feel like myself, she said
So I put on clothes to make me look like someone else instead
And as a matter of fact I don't like to be seen
Cause I'm not satisfied with myself, she said

There no perfume I can buy
To make me smell like myself, she said
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

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
And as a matter of fact I don't like to be seen
Cause I'm not satisfied with myself, she said

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