She's Not my Girlfriend   Her heart is in my hand   It shivers like a toad   She tries to understand the   Tiny lump that's down inside her throat   It goes   Suck suck   Suck suck   Suck suck      Her head is in my lap   It twists and coughs and sings   Her hair is in my grasp   It hangs and swings like swollen strings   It goes   Suck suck   Suck suck   Suck suck      Her face is inside out   An open book report   I read what she's about   And she's filled with words that hurt   It goes   Suck suck   Suck suck   Suck suck      Sometimes I want her in   Sometimes I want her out   My perception of sin   Is filled with pain and fear and doubt      She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend   No no, I'm not who you think I am   She she, she isn't my girlfriend   No no, I'm not who you think I am      Her clothes are on the ground   A crumpled rainbow mass   She's scattered all around   And she's scattered now like broken glass   It goes   Suck suck   Suck suck   Suck suck      Sometimes I want her in   Sometimes I want her out   My perception of sin   Is filled with pain and fear and doubt      She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend   No no, I'm not who you think I am   She she, she isn't my girlfriend   No no, I'm not who you think I am      She she, she isn't my girlfriend