They look at me

Pain is your game Your best friend Jump on my head And cry in your bed They tell you how to feel They tell you how to feel sorry for My feet, they talk, they walk, they look at me My feet, they smell, they smile, they look at me I don't believe in women's magazines They speak a magazine talk I don't believe in TV Ice creams don't grow on apple trees My feet, they talk, they walk, they look at me My feet, they smell, they smile, they look at me I don't believe in honeymoons What you don't know don't hurt They tell you who to hate They tell you who to laugh at My feet, they talk, they walk, they look at me My feet, they smell, they smile, they look at me