Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected
God I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
When I grow up
I'll be stable
When I grow up
I'll turn the tables
Blood and blisters
On my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper
I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
When I grow up
I'll be stable
When I grow up
I'll turn the tables
- "When I Grow Up", Garbage
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