white men in black suits

One, two, three, four
I am just a boy working in a record store
Yes I moved to
San Francisco just to see what
I could be
I am a loser geek , crazy with an evil streak
Yes I do believe there is a violent thing inside of me
She is just a girl, she is doing what she can
She dances topless
When shes not playing in her band
Such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place
Watching all the pretty people doin lots of ugly things
I think its getting better for the two of us
Yes I think its getting better almost everyday
I could give a damn for what those people say
All I want to do is lose myself in your room
All you want is just a slow **** in the afternoon
I still see those scary guys when
I am all alone at night
I kiss the ring you gave me then
I swing with all my might
I think its getting better for the two of us
I think its getting easier for you and me to agree
That the white men in black suits
They are diminishing
Yes I think they are diminishing
Yes I think they diminish you and they diminish me
I think they are diminishing
You know sometimes
I hear those people say
Yeah she takes a bus
Over to the north side of the city
She goes to work stripping for the rich white men
All the words they give her
Make her feel so soft and pretty
She wears them but they never ever seem to fit
Yes I think its getting better for the two of us
Yes I think its getting better in the worst way
I refuse to be afraid of almost everyone
Afraid of all the things they do or the words that they say
Lets live the way we want to live and hope they go away
Ooh I really hope they go away
Ooh I really hope they find a nice place
I hope they find it somewhere
I hope they go away
I can still hear all those people say
I can still hear all those people say
I can still hear all those people say
I can still hear all those people say
I can still hear all those people say
I can still hear all those people say
I can still hear all those people say