Im a matchstick girl
In the mirror Im thin
You buy me clothes too big
Is that my punishment?
You build me up and take me out
Spend your money then smash me down
You hold
You hold your hand up to my face
I fold
I fold away so small
Take up no space at all
You and that bloody red rose follow me
Youre a champion stalker PC
Your paranoid phone calls bother me
PC Creep
You hold
You hold your hand up to my face
I fold
I fold away so small
Take up no space at all
Im a matchstick girl
In the mirror Im thin
And I stopped feeling when you owned me
It makes you feel strong, does it
This panic alarm
Protecting the public from people like you
Its criminal
PC Creep
You hold
You hold your hand up to my face
I fold
I fold away so small
Take up no space at all