*featuring Beth Orton
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I got King Kong playin Ping-Pong with a big bong in my brainstorm and the pains warm
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Swarm like smog in Hong Kong I know it's wrong but I kill me softly with my own song
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Some magic wand could make it be ok kill the decay like a cake and a lay
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But today- it wasn't a good day and you can't touch me I've already faded, I faded away
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[Beth Orton:] Sometimes I wear nothing on the outside
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Because there's too much on the inside
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The bouncer wouldn't let me in
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He said my emotions were too close to the skin
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And at this point a touch would feel like a cut
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Turn me off, just turn it off
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I'm off base off face when I think I lace I cough mace
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I could go on for days but then I always complain
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A waste of breath and a name
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I aim and I maim and I came here to choose but when I look around me, compare me and lose
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Payin dues feelin blues got no clues and it's all news to you, huh
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I keep it so undercover I could be a mattress and it matches the patchy ashes my brain crashes
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This address, I hope I move from it from summit to plummet I covet release and it's comin
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Untouchable it ain't discussible I'm disgustable in a vestibule must a pulled a musclefull in
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my head
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I bet I get better but better remember I waited forever
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Fuck Princess I'm talkin 'bout Concetta you never met her
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It kind of appears my ego account's in arrears
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Fear, tore up and teared with wet tears I feel weird and I wish it was easy to ask you to come
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here
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Sometimes I'm happy when I see the sun one day I'll say I've won
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And if you think this song is done there's Untouchable Part 1
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Untouchable Part 2
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| Princess Superstar |
