Suicide is an educated guess
May I bum a smoke?
May I have a drag on your cig?
I'm so sorry I'm a mess
'Cause someone's born a beaut and you're no beaut
It's a myth
Number one thing on the list of things
You get away with
I'm never (ever) wearing a dress
Should I flash my breast?
May I have a drag on your cig?
You've got to mean what you confess
'Cause someone's born a brute and you're no brute
It's all a myth
Number one thing
On the list of things
You get away with