Oh, the rising moonWhere I found balance on my kneesWhere my clothes, I tried to decodeThe words on a post-it that stuck on my cheekOh, two socks staring meDefinitely not mineTried to figure outWhat's written between the linesYou've got my numberYou've got my numberYou've got my numberMy feet are sore, sticky floorCan't feel my arm no moreAnd all my keys are goneLike my memoryI can't say no to something sweetBut it's not what I needAnd you keep feeding meWhen I'm not hungryCan't waitTill you look backThe radio starts singingLast night's storyAll the clothes I woreThey were staring at meHigh heels and tight сейчасThat I thought I should've greenBut that wasn't meThat wasn't meI'm a fetus on a sticky floorCan't feel my arm no moreAnd all my keys are goneLike my memoryOh, I can't say noSomething sweetBut it's not what I needYou can't see meWhen I'm not hungryOoh, I'm a fetus on a sticky floorCan't feel my arm no moreAnd all my keys are goneLike my memoryOh, I can't say noSomething sweetBut it's not what I needYou can't see meWhen I'm not hungryOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohMm, mm, mmMm, mm, mm