You are not in focus
(pinch the buns und pass the weenie, looking for the perfect queen bee)
In your heart you know this (mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the phoniest of all)
Through the cracks you crawl
(in between the contradictions, what is truth and what is friction)
With no legs at all (in the corner with the pie, you kissed the girls
and made them cry but when the boys came out to play, you made a perfect getaway)