Waxed

Try and be somebody
Be somebody
Someone

Being in the spotlight
Means being on the run

Oh the tedium
Under cut, under laid
And they run away from their smoking guns

So you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many
Makes you think the little boys aren't getting any
A bad joke we’re gonna weather
Let's put our headaches together

And a man walks on the scene
He's got the facts
Place it all in print
He’ll die to see you waxed

And we don't take the credit for things we hope to see him write
He lays you out on paper
And we bite

And you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many
Makes you think the little boys aren't getting any
A bad joke we're gonna weather
Let's put our headaches together

Some folks think it's funny, some folks think it's cute
Selling someone's secrets for status seems to suit you
But I don’t take cheap revenge as street cred
Just lonely, bitter and cruel

Completely pathetic

Wake up to find your breasts judged by boys you haven’t met
They're the ones who haven’t begun to feel our teeth yet
It doesn't take a man to know the weather
Let's put our headaches together