Touch me with a ten-foot pole. Can you feel my body's cold? Look at me
Through a telescope. Can you see? I'm ugly and I'm old. At the other end of
A broken line, that scratchy voice is mine. Do what you want. I don't care.
Touch me with a ten-foot pole. I've got no diseases that I know of. Take a
Bite out of me, then swallow. Wrap me up in plastic and take me home. Oh let
Me go. You've got an evil mind and I think I'm losing mine. Do what you
Want. I don't care.
Writer(s): Juliana Hatfield
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