Virgin State of Mind

There's a chair in my head on which I used to sit Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be Dig it up, throw it at me Dig it up, throw it at me Where can I run to, where can I hide Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear To cut out words I've got written on my chair Like do you think I'm sexy Do you think I really care Can I burn the mazes I grow Can I, I don't think so Can I burn the mazes I grow Can I, I don't think so Where can I run to, where can I hide Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind Virgin state of mind Virgin state of mind Virgin state of mind