I sell popcorn at the pictures, work me til three I get money off the teachers, wanted a piece of me After all its all selling things and I’m supposed to survive Unless it is a piece of me In the end there’s always fashion, keeps you grounded Like what’s happening here It’s just a piece of my head I get postcards from ex-girlfriends that live overseas Amazes me the shit they send me and they send it in threes After all it’s all give and take and I’m supposed to reply Unless it is a piece of me In the end there’s always fashion, keeps you grounded Like what’s happening here I want you all to know How far I’d like to go I want you all to know How far you all can go It’s just a piece of my head