Flex by The Jean-Paul Sartre Experience Lyrics

Over nasty flash built on postcards bright, alas surprised to share it
You gotta lot to say for yourself but I don’t really wanna hear it

Flex ourselves
And muscle me in
Like we’re in this together
And it’s the comforting thing
But it’s not

Well I don’t know the physics of the affair, or if I’m even needed
But I can’t blame her for looming that way, you always go for what you wanted

Flex ourselves
And muscle me in
Like we’re in this together
And it’s the comforting thing
But it’s not

(It’s not)

You rip up her skin and turn into me, she is ugly beneath it
Well, it’s funny cos I thought you were friends, but you really mean it
Flex ourselves
And muscle me in
Like we’re in this together
And it’s a comforting thing
But it’s not
No it’s not
It’s not
No it’s not