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cruel bagged then snagged is how i want things done.
i want the best in my life and i´ll please anyone.
i´m strapped into this chair watching tv that´s aired live across the globe, i smell!
throw your attention over here i´ve got something to say
it won´t change your life, but that´s "cool" these days.
and now an ad is on.
the show is gone from the box in front of me.
my eyes are burning radiation from the microwave that´s on it´s cooking my meal,
it´s a tv dinner and i think it´s fake veal.
you can´t burn it in the microwave and if i did, hey, i could order out anyway.
you can´t burn it in the microwave and if you did, hey.
you´ve been created from an image of love.
you´ve been created in an image of god.
too complex i go to rest i can´t seem to get things done.
i´m a woman with a mouth and i´m prepared to switch it on.
i´ve just come back from all this walking ´cause i´m losing weight
was talking with a friend of sharon´s mum, fat was out, i looked dumb.
i saw myself in the mirror and i guess i´m getting thinner.
i´ve been taking all these pills, i better eat some meals
but what´s the point? will i see clearer or will i be bigger?
i go to church every sunday, but when it comes monday
i´m back at work where i scream and curse
i talk real dirty to people make them think i´m real cool
my life´s so simply complex
i leave small groups are on, but what is that as i slam down the phone.