X-Ray

I'm walking home alone again
I'm walking home alone and you can see me from afar
Every man wants a child
Every man wants a child wearing lipstick
Who will spit on his shoes
And curse his mother
I'll do it 'till it kills me
And I'll deserve it when I go
I'll do it 'till it kills me
I'll do it till it

I don't need the radio to tell me what I have to buy
To tell me to stay safe at night
To tell me to be good
And I don't need another boy
To tell me 'bout his fetishes
And photoshop my blemishes and
Tell me to be good

The telephone did ring last night
I picked it up and looked inside
You're choking on your alibis
And trying hard to breathe
I'm getting tired of this life
I find it hard to sleep at night
I still can't tell my left from right it's
Eating up my time

Bet you like it don't ya
Bet you like it don't ya
Bet you like it don't ya
I bet you like it don't ya
Bet you like it don't ya
Bet you like it don't ya
Bet you like it don't ya
I bet you like it don't ya

Sometimes, you can see through my skin like an X-Ray
And I can't hide from the outside
Just like ice on the sidewalk
I'm impartial to the good life
Know it's better on the outside
When you're looking in on live time
Bones are broken on the X-Ray
But you can't see it on the outside
I'm taking a chance on the lifestyle
'Cause shit moves faster in the daylight
Don't look now
And when I hit the bottom
Don't look down
I won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty