Girlfriend, really what can I say?nI’m sick of seeing you half-dressed in bit partsnSick of trying to get where you’re atnOf wasting every lemon to size eightnnSuper nailed and wafer-thinnPerfect posture, perfect skinnSuper nailed and wafer-thinnI can’t see it’snnLove, when you lose everythingnDown to any semblance of backbonenLove, lipstick, fashion, and sexnLooks like you’re addicted to beautynnSuper nailed and wafer-thinnI can’t see itnnAnd you make canvas out of swinenYou sluggernJust like liquid as you arenBut it’s overnAnd you make canvas out of crying (crime)nIt’s all that I can sit therenIt feels better if I try nBut it’s overnnSuper nailed, wafer-thin,nI pray the world won’t kill us nSuper nailed, wafer-thin,nI pray.n