She Said

And there's no clothes I can buy
 Make me feel like myself
 She said
 So I put on clothes
 To make me look feel like someone else
 Instead
 As a matter of fact I don't like to be seen
 Cause I'm not satisfied with myself She said
 You better hit her
 She said She said She said She said
 She's dead
 There no perfume I can buy
 Make me smell like myself
 So I put on perfume
 To make me smell like someone else
 In bed
 And as a matter of fact
 I don't like to be scented
 I don't like to smell myself
 She Said
 You better hit her
 She said, she said, she said.
 She sad She staid
 But I'm not afraid
 Of being more than pretty
 While your getting paid
 To wind yourselves up untill you drop
 Yeah.
 There no one I can talk to like
 I talk to myself
 She said
 So I play games to make them
 Think I'm someone else
 It's inbred
 As a matter of fact
 I don't like to be seen
 Cause I'm not satisfied
 With myself She said
 You better hit her
 I'm not afraid
 Of being more than pretty
 While your getting paid
 To wind yourselves up untill you drop
 She said, she said, she said.
 She's dead, she's dead she's sad she's played
 It's ingrained she's stained she's played she's trade
 I've ****ed up inside my own head and what the **** am doing
 In a place like this I know exactry why I'm here ---- me