Boys and girls, when you grow up
don’t be a thing like me.
I said, boys and girls, pick something
else you’d rather be.
Hey, hey, turn the other way –
hey, hey, don’t sleep your life away.
And the little bird whispers, don’t
steal that pseudonym of mine.

And when I look in the mirror,
well, that’s just not me.
The ghost staring back,
is that who I decided to be.
So the fucked up girl asks
“When you look at my face,
just what do you see?”
So the fucked up girl asks
“When you look at my face,
what the hell do you see?

Oh, men and women of the choir,
sing those joyous tones.
Oh, men and women on that podium,
just try not to groan.
You’ve heard it all before
and you’ll hear it all again.
And the little birdy tells you
don’t steal that pseudonym of mine.

And when I look in the mirror,
well, that’s just not me.
The ghost staring back,
is that who I decided to be.
So the fucked up girl asks
“When you look at my face,
just what do you see?”
So the fucked up girl asks
“When you look at my face,
what the hell do you see?

Bang, bang, lower that mask
or you’ll be dead.
Bang, bang, I’ll smile and
nod at everything you said.
Hey, I said, turn the other way –
hey, boy, I said don’t sleep your life away.
And that little old birdy screams,
don’t you dare steal that pseudonym of mine.

And when I look in the mirror,
well, that’s just not me.
The ghost staring back,
is that who I decided to be.
So the fucked up girl asks
“When you look at my face,
just what do you see?”
So the fucked up girl asks
“When you look at my face,
what the hell do you see?