I´m talkin´ I´m talkin´ I´m talkin´ to myself more Needle, fetal Someone´s pouring warm gravy all over me And you see that synthetic therapy
Don´t you know it seems to be so unappealing But, oh what a feeling But I wish that you would stop spitting when you´re talking to me And inside, air dry I might want to go another way But you see now I´m too pale to get out Into the lovely light of day Oh, I´ll do anything that you say Oh, I´ll do anything that you say But I wish you would stop spitting when you´re talking to me I´m talkin´ to myself more 1x1