All of the girls They push through the scene and I race with them I want them out of my head For good All of the girls They push right past me and I pray to them I want them out of my head For good No more transformations The dead of myself She calls Silently waiting For anyone else To become All of the girls They feed the machine and I waste for them I want them out of my head For good La-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-la-la Silently waiting For anyone else To become All of the girls They push through the scene and I race with them I want them out of my head For good