If you were an angel,
I would cut off your wings -
to keep you with me,
I would do anything.
Like broken bottles that
slip from drunken hands,
I've watched my star falling
and shatter on the ground.

First you wash your hair,
then you wash your hands;
oh yeah,
I think I understand...

Untouchable, if I'm not fit
to even crawl if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol
until I feel untouchable.

I blew my chances
as you blow-dried your hair;
I thought of my answers
as you walked down the stairs.
D'you think I'd defile you
if you were to get too close?
D'you think I'd infect you?
D'you think I'd give you a dose?

First you wash your hair,
then you wash your hands;
oh yeah,
I think I understand...

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I'll drink until my skin is full,
and I will be untouchable...

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Untouchable, if I'm not fit
to even crawl if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol,
and I will feel untouchable.