Ambien, arsenic
And make me a lesbian
Make me a something
So I can forget him
And get back to reading
And get back to sleep again
Ativan, marzipan
Anything, anything
CNN, TRL
Make me a vegetable
Show me the war
And remind me to hate them all
Shooting off nerves at each other
How could I deserve to be crying here
Under the covers
But I just want to make it through the night
I just want to feel like I'll survive
Everything is relative, that's right
You've never suffered a day in your life
Make me thirteen again
Mannequin, safety pins
Things were so simple then
No of this drawn-out selection
I made no distinction
I just hated one
BBC, history
Make me feel ugly
Something with Nazis
Would do the job perfectly
He's just a boy, what on earth am I thinking
The billions treasure each drop they are drinking
And I just want to make it through the night
I just want to know that I'll survive
Everything is relative, that's right
But you've never suffered a day in your life
Poor little rich girl
Playing piano
All of the practice
We think you'd have learned by now
Poor little rich girl
Playing piano
What good is practice
If you haven't learned by now
Poor little rich girl
Playing piano
What good is practice
If you haven't learned by now
Poor little rich girl
Playing piano
It is a big world
I think you'd have learned by now
There are no starving Chinese
In your bedroom
The finger that points
Is attached to your elbow
Poor little rich girl
Playing piano
It is a big world
I think you'd have learned by now
There are no starving Chinese
In your bedroom
The finger that points
Is attached to your elbow