There's A Chair In My Head On Which I Used To Sit
Took A Pencil And I Wrote The Following On It

Now There's A Key Where My Wonderful Mouth Used To Be
Dig It Up, Throw It At Me
Dig It Up, Throw It At Me

Where Can I Run To, Where Can I Hide
Who Will I Turn To Now I'm In A Virgin State Of Mind

Got A Knife To Disengage The Voids That I Can't Bear
To Cut Out Words I've Got Written On My Chair

Like Do You Think I'm Sexy
Do You Think I Really Care

Can I Burn The Mazes I Grow
Can I, I Don't Think So

Can I Burn The Mazes I Grow
Can I, I Don't Think So

Where Can I Run To, Where Can I Hide
Who Will I Turn To Now I'm In A Virgin State Of Mind
Virgin State Of Mind
Virgin State Of Mind
Virgin State Of Mind