It's so obscene and it's a fact I'm so serene I thought I'd crack another dose and then I might not have to say what's on my mind I'm much too dumb to be debonair I locked my soul in the frigidaire you can take it out next time you're there it's like my clothes, disposable The party is over before it's begun was I the only one having fun confused by abuse of ecstasy my body pleads for me to leave. I'm sinking in the quicksand of the gifts you've given me prepared to sink, I swim, I float, I rise eventually Before I take another breath you've gone and bought another dress adjust my eyes to avoid mistakes you've gone and bought another face.