If you move into my life and take over my soul Charm all my friends and play the rescuer role Let me quit my job to go on your dole And make your approval my ultimate goal, I will begin to shrink back into the corner of my own skin Until I'm so small and pink that no one would see me even if they got in -
Your enormous index finger would be probing to find me As I darted between the walls of my own personality Which would be changing as I left most of it behind me Disappearing into a new reality...
And when you tried to trot me out to show me to your friends They'd say "What girlfriend? We don't see any girlfriend." As you open the door of your Mercedes Benz Now you got the oyster you don't need the pearl when You can have my beautiful smile That wonderfully elegant style All my show business connections Both of my cats affections The clothes you bought me are yours That Timex watch endures My good relationship with your mom My ability to remain calm,
But here I'd be like a dead person looking down On the cemetery where they placed a stone With a name on it like Jane Smith or John Brown That I no longer recognized as my own
Hold me tight and I'll just shed my skin, slither away, no matter what's happenin'.
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