She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love. But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run. And it wears me out, it wears me out. It wears me out, it wears me out.
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
I'm sick and have fever and a runny nose and my body hurts...again. I went through this all a week ago, got better, and now I'm doing it again. WTF body?