Coatrack Lyrics

Your exclusion doesn't need to be proven because it's how
I feel, No, how you make me feel. From that first time,
that "hold my stuff" line. How it made me feel, no, how
you make me feel. Is it my job just to hold your arm, to smile and nod? Just a pair of tits, your waifish
sidekick? That's how you make me feel. So, with a pink
ribbon on your birthday, you're made to feel it was your
worst day too.