Livin’ in, I’ve created a monster
What am I to do you’re not in the room
Cried out, like you had an opinion
When did you get so cynical and upset?

Shouting out, this bedroom’s a fortress
Television tunes for the kitchen knives
Mary Anne, so twisted & magic
You left an empty corridor in my bed

Bare with me, intellectual phony
Shopping season’s over down your neighbourhood
Stay with me, suffering & surfing
Tiny little books about growing up

R:
I shaved my legs from down
I waxed my hands to shine
I’ll mess up Marry Anne

Staying in, I’ve created a monster
Solitude’s a castle for the soul
Crying out, like you had an opinion
But oh my god, no one’s listening

R:
I shaved my legs from down
I waxed my hands to shine
I’ll mess up Marry Anne