Tekstovi: K's Choice. Virgin State Of Mind.

There's a chair in my head
On which I used to sit
Took a pencil and I wrote
The following on it

Now there's a key
Where my wonderful mouth used to be
Dig it up, throw it at me
Dig it up, throw it at me

Where can I run to
Where can I hide
Who will I turn to now
I'm in a virgin state of mind

Got a knife to disengage
The voids that I can't bear
To cut out words
I've got written on my chair

Like do you think I'm sexy
Do you think I really care

Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I, I don't think so

Can I burn the mazes I grow
Can I, I don't think so

Where can I run to
Where can I hide
Who will I turn to now
I'm in a virgin state of mind

Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind
Virgin state of mind