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 gag
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 gag
I use the rest of you for a gag
I shut my mouth with you for a gag
I use the rest of you

Now you see she walks the same
And now you see she talks 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

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Writer(s): COURTNEY M. LOVE, ERIC T ERLANDSON