They could prescribe you any illness you'd like
If you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary
But a crow don't know the smell of carbon monoxide and
How many years have you been on that couch
They could've quilt'd you in the throws by now
You draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin
But a tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well, well
Everybody knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my goddamn business
This isn't my first kiss, it's better to be lost than
Loved, now, isn't it?
'Cause, I wish I could be a girl, and that way
You'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Am I pretty enough to lie to oh oh
I wish I could be a girl, and that way
You'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Just little old me in a big, big world oh oh
Ah ah ah, Little me in a big world, ah ah
Well I would give you my whole world
Back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
We just drank ourselves to death, and goddamnit, we liked it
Do wop daba do wop daba do wop daba do walawalawala
Do wop daba do wop daba do wop daba do
Cigarette burns, laugh lines, wide dimples
If they could see the future back when times were simple
Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off
Let you speak or take advantage of
How if it wont fit, then I won't try it on
We'll be walking out early, but the show must go on
No, I know that I'm wrong
But I love how you're on my side when I cross that line
Well, a little identity never hurt nobody
But lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, will that be alright with you?
And if we find out what's wrong with me
Could you tell me how I'm right for you?
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, will that be alright with you?
And if we find out what's wrong with me
Could you tell me how, could you tell me how
And if I'm still pretty?
Do wop daba do wop daba do wop daba do walawalawala
Do wop daba do wop daba do wop daba do
Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that
Disease is in the eye of the beholder
Tell me "so it goes"
We depress to impress, I guess
In layers after layers to get off our chests
If it's cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry, but we both know the danger
So, doctor, could you run another test
Got a feeling this time I might just pass it
Well, if we raise the average
We'll all sing when the bell curve rings
In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices
A chorus on condition of our diagnosis
Walking bikes home with a scraped-knee sunset
Smudged across your brow
Warmer tears than you've grown used to since then
A toast to the nosebleed seats
And the big sequence where you're found
Guilty of your innocence
Gently sent right back to bed
Everybody knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my motherfucking business
This isn't my first anything. This isn't my first anything
Everybody knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's in on everybody's business
I am quantum physics
My witness brings me into existence
I wish I could be a girl, and that way
You'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Am I pretty enough to love back? No, not yet
I wish I could be a girl, and really
I'd prefer it if you would use I, Me, Myself
Am I pretty enough? Am I pretty enough?
To fucking die
Ah ah ah, Little me in a big world, ah ah
Well I would give you my whole world
Back in the days of lobotomies, shock therapy, and mad scientists
Ah, ah, ah, I wish
Goddamnit
What's so wrong about what's wrong with me?
I'm just trying to do what's right by you
What's so wrong about what's wrong with me?
Oh, I'm just trying to do what's right by you
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
And if we've find out what's wrong with me
Could you tell me how
Could you tell me how?