Оригинален текст
You stay on till your good and raw
back and forth a little see saw
hoping that this ride will end
when it does you go again
Can't get that monster
out of my mind
she's got my hair
and she's got my eyes
she follows me wherever i go
speaking for me
and wearing my clothes
You hang on till your hands are sore
blistering you still want more
you think theres something here for you
go out and buy youself a clue
Can't get that monster
outta my mind
she's got my hair
and she's got my eyes
she follows me wherever i go
speaking for me
and wearing my clothes
In hollywood where all the lights are low
and the truth is as rare as the winter snow
she wanted a place arid as her soul
where the only job was not to grow old
When the lights are shining
will you see my skin
or just the shell that i'm packaged in
i bit my tongue and i've hid my sores
if i'm less of myself will you love me more