You are: Eighteen year-old girl Who live in small city of Japan And you heard me on the radio About one year ago And you wanted to know All about me And my hobbies My favorite food And my birthday Why are you so far away from me? I need help And you're way across the sea I could never touch you I think it would be wrong I've got your letter You've got my song They don't make stationery like this where I'm from So fragile, so refined So I sniff and I lick your envelope And fall to little pieces Every time I wonder: What clothes you wear to school I wonder how you decorate your room I wonder how you touch yourself And curse myself for being across the sea At 10, I shaved my head And tried to be a monk I thought the older women would like me if I did You see, ma I'm a good little boy It's all your fault, momma It's all your fault! Goddamn, this business is really lame I gotta live on an island to find the juice So you send me your love from all around the world As if I could live on Words and dreams and a million screams Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel..

I've got the dungeon Master's Guide I've got a 12-sided die I've got Kitty Pryde and Nightcrawler too Waiting there for me yes I do, I do I've got posters on the wall My favorite rock group KISS I've got Ace Frehley I've got Peter Criss Waiting there for me yes I do, I do In the garage I feel safe No one cares about my ways In the garage Where I belong No one hears me sing this song In the garage I've got an electric guitar I play my stupid songs I write these stupid words and I love every one Waiting there for me Yes I do, I do