Dirty Little Girl

She asks me, what are you like, and says
There’s no point to hide it
I look at my arm but there’s no watch
I never really liked the box
And that’s why I never tried it
No telling how it came to be
Looking at you, I think I can see
Straight through the skin and to the bone
No secrets left to call your own
She asks me, what’s that you wear, and says
So peculiar, and smiling
I look at myself and my shade
Empty words make colors fade
And that’s why I can be silent
No telling how it came to be
Looking at you, I think I can see
Straight through the skin and to the bone
No secrets left to call your own