Well Oiled Machine
Chronically cautious, painfully aware
I'll wear a short skirt and tie ribbons in my hair
I could make my mistakes, learn my lessons
But I wouldn't dare
I'm not a little girl, but don't I look nice?
Could say I'm a woman, but that doesn't sound right
So I stitch myself up to some hot teenage feminine Frankenstein
Cause I'm terrified
What if it's all for nothing
I'll sacrifice my years to end up rusting
So I'll set it up like a perfect production
Down to the second, no room for guessing
