I consider myself maybe... depressed?
'Cause I'm in the same place I was 3 years ago
Now I'm no longer ripped,
I'm full of shit...
And I'm always needing love from
someone imaginary
He will see me across the room, then he will
come and marry me
yes! yes...

I need your hands
I need your arms to cover me
Open your heart
please let it bleed all over me
all over me, oh

So take me before I wither,I tell him,
Use me to your pleasures,
soon, before I rot!
Oh, but it's only fair, you see
to be desired, desired
May the worship last forever,
yet I've only seen you once

I need you tall
I need your flesh to burden me
I need you blond
I need you brown
all over me
all over me, oh
I'm but a shell
waiting for you to welcome me...
I need your lips
to form the words
I own you
you own me too