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