Geeks do not have pedigrees Or perfect punk-rock resumes Or anorexic magazines It smells like girl It smells like girl She walks over me She walks over me Hold you close like we both died My ever present suicide My stupid fuck, my blushing bride Oh, tear my heart out Tear my heart out She walks over me She walks over me I shut my mouth with you for a rag I use the rest of you for a gag I shut my mouth with you for a gag I use the rest of you Kitty, kitty, please come here Don't, don't you touch me, don't you dare We look the same We talk the same We are the same We are the same She walks over me She walks over me I shut my mouth with you for a rag I use the rest of you for a gag I shut my mouth with you for a rag I use the rest of you (Please, don't cry) Now she seems to walk the same And now it seems they talk the same You never know what you will get You never know what you'll forget She walks over me She walks over me She walks