Buzz my head
Shave my beard
Blending in for two whole years
Hiding out, hate my face
Got so afraid and something changed
I was a king before
Because I’d decided to be
I’m gonna be a king once more
After some therapy
And now I feel so pretty again after
Losing my confidence
I’m coming back like the fog
To blanket this entire city in
My fashion from the thrift shop
Walk down the street
Hear them laugh
Somebody screaming at me
As the car passed
Catch her eye, audience claps
“Where’d you get that shirt embroidered with a tabby cat?”
I said
“There’s a blue tag sale at Salvation Army,
Do you wanna go down there
With me for some therapy?”
‘Cause now I feel so pretty again
After losing my confidence
I’m coming back like the fog
To blanket this entire city in
My fashion from the thrift shop
So pretty again
After losing my confidence
I’m coming back like the fog
To blanket this entire planet in
My fashion from the thrift shop
My fashion from the thrift shop
Oh
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Field Medic Lyrics – retail therapy