there is a boy in a band   who is friends with my French   teacher's highschool friend christian   a very nice   gentleman      he seems to know me   but i cant remember him   good god forgive me im   out of my element      and i cant seem to keep them all straight   ive forgotten which people i like   and which people i hate   and im waiting   for someone to shake me and say      hey bitch   your wish   is my command   just smile   and nod   we'll under...      ...standing in front of the sink   im pretending to wink   at pretend-paparazzi who hide   in the chemicals      from every locket behind   every curtain   their lenses ensure that i   look lost in thought yet   approachable      and i cant seem to keep them all straight   ive forgotten which ones i should skip   and which ones i should take   and im waiting   for someone to shake me and say      hey bitch   dont quit   you're almost dead   don't give up now   make friends instead   of getting dressed   go home instead   of going out   go back   to bed      there is a voice on the phone   who's convinced i'm alone   and i've called 'cos im greedy   and looking for sympathy      he seems to like me   but i cant relate i   would like to get closer   but christ, all the time it takes      and i cant seem to keep myself straight   ive forgotten which habits to hide   and which habits to break   and im waiting   for someone to shake me and say      hey bitch   nice tits   you're broke but then   you're rich in love   you're great in bed   you'll see the world   you'll knock them dead   and all the thick books that you've read   will count for nothing in the end