Girlfriend, really what can I say?
I'm sick of seeing you half-dressed in bit parts
Sick of trying to get where you're at
Of wasting every lemon to size eight
Super nailed and wafer-thin
Perfect posture, perfect skin
Super nailed and wafer-thin
I can't see it's
Love, when you lose everything
Down to any semblance of backbone
Love, lipstick, fashion, and sex
Looks like you're addicted to beauty
Super nailed and wafer-thin
I can't see it
And you make canvas out of swine
You slugger
Just like liquid as you are
But it's over
And you make canvas out of crying (crime)
It's all that I can sit there
It feels better if I try
But it's over
Super nailed, wafer-thin,
I pray the world won't kill us
Super nailed, wafer-thin,
I pray.