She locked me in a basket
And swallowed down the key
I heard her outside laughing
Like needles sticking me
Well now I'm her favorite thing to stick sh** into
She knows the place that's soft and deep
And no-one takes it quite like I can
'Cause I'm he human pin cushion
They eye me for a soft spot
And she tied the torniquets in thread
I'm slipping through the loopholes
She's sown inside my head
Well now I'm her favorite thing to stick sh** into
She knows the place that's soft and deep
And no-one takes it quite like I can
'Cause I'm he human pin cushion
Well if you stick me, I won't bleed. Her pin cushion.
I'm just a prick she she doesn't need.
She styled a special pattern
In my coffins upholstery
I found her (and the scissors)
Were in conspiracy
Now I'm her... Her pin cushion.
Well if you stick me, I won't bleed. Her pin cushion.
I'm just a prick she she doesn't need.