To my Face

(one, two, three, four!) I

walk outside in a dirty old coat You call me a slob

and you clear your throat I put on a dress and you

call me a tease I can't even stand without bending my knees

Every eye

is a needle in my spine

Drawing

a crooked

little line

Spit on the pavement,

yell at the sky!

Nothing I do is gonna satisfy!

Pick at my skin,

call me a disgrace!

Go on and say it to my face!

I keep my mouth shut and you call me a snob I

speak my damn mind,

you say I'm on the job You parse every word like a

butcher with meat

Throwing the scraps to the dogs on the street

Every eye

is a needle in my spine

Drawing a crooked little line Spit on the pavement,

yell at the sky!

Nothing I do is gonna satisfy!

Pick at my skin,

call me a disgrace!

Go on and say it to my face!

Say it to my face!

(Yeah!) Say it to my face!