LYRIC
And I want to drink wine
Listen to Kurt singing in the pines
Couldn't be anymore hipster if I tried
Father, Son and Holy Ghost Don't want to talk
Baby, don't touch me I'm made of chalk
Fine pink lace and faceless effigies [Chorus] And it scares me to think that nobody
Looks at me that way
Looks at me that way
Or
Looks at me that way [Verse 2] Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine
Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same
Want to pierce my nipples and go dancing in the rain
No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue
I love everyone but especially you
Want to go ahead and pack a picnic just for two [Chorus] But it scares me to think that you, baby
Don't look at me that way
Don't look at me that way
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