You fucked me in the mask, I'm cured
You hung a cross up on the door
And do you promise that you're sure?
Now everyone's so insecure
You like to pray
I'm happy when you find my face
It takes me to a special place
And most of all, I think they're fake
Let's pop a God pill at the lake
Know how to act
I'll give you everything back
I'll hurt myself until you laugh
Apply some pressure to the cracks
And now we only dress in black
You have to go
I'd like to tie you in a bow
When mom and dad go to the show
I rode my bike and killed my toe
Now everybody has to know
You make me itch, itch, itch, itch
Itch, itch, itch, itch
Wow
I'll pick you up and we can ditch
It doesn't matter what it is
I'll drive around a little bit
And put your hand around my wrist
Pray
Pray
Pray
Pray
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