Small Intestine

[Chorus] I'm not who you thought I was Just yesterday I'm not who you thought I was Just paper mâché Take a nap to combat a cold And call me after work It's dead, it died I murdered my pride Please call me after work [Chorus] Quiet party, cocktail dress Fancy finger food I'll wait 'til the orchestras done To dance around the room I'm not okay Do you know what I'm made of? My small intestine can stretch across your studio apartment I'm not who you thought I was My small intestine can stretch across your studio apartment Do you know what I'm made of? My small intestine can stretch across your studio apartment I'm not who you thought I was I'm not gonna stretch across