It's Nice - Screaming Females

I can’t trace the word

It’s a swollen space it talks to me

And if I’m bought and sold

Then I’m cruising in on a dead end street

Ooh ooh

They take me out

They make it fair

And everyone is running scared

The biggest joke

The brightest smile

I feel just like a little child

And it’s nice, nice, nice to feel

Put me in your head

Drown the rat that gnaws at me

Your blood is on the bed

And I’m crushed under your memory

Ooh ooh

They take me out

They make it fair

And everyone is running scared

The biggest joke

The brightest smile

I feel just like a little child

And it’s nice, nice, nice to feel