You say I'm not beautiful, I'm pretty Oh, what a pity I think my daddy always wanted a beautiful girl Mmm... you say you don't want your beliefs be Raped by every saint in this land I hear you there Way to grow, what a way to grow oh god I hate everyone and everything Do you think that is a sin? I hate barbies and guns and all that is now Oh how? way to grow, what a way to grow No ones looking And no ones listening You pull me under Steal my comfort That is all I wish to say