Dirt

Dirt Underneath your nails Can't get Clean You start to think It's a part of your Self Maybe I am in hell Help Maybe I am in hell Makes me feel like dirt Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt You were running away I had begged you to stay You said your love is pure But I feel so insecure That it makes me feel like dirt Dirt On your face Can't get Clean You believe It's a part of your Skin It's a part of your soul Maybe I'm in hell Don't tell her Makes me feel like dirt Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt You were running away I had begged you to stay You said your love is pure But I feel so insecure That it makes me feel like dirt