She's a female version of a hustler,
And she can see right through my lies,
She knows me better than you do, knows me better than most,
She says I'm like an empty building, bare bones and all,
She says I'm uncomfortable in my own skin,
She says I'm uncomfortable, just skin on skin,
Says it's why I don't eat, it's why I don't bathe,
She says the night's like a hot sticky paste.

(She says)
My body is a temple,
A steeple with a temple,
And you're the only one who can love it like a son.
She says:
"Your body is a temple, a great big temple,
And you're the only one who doesn't see it."

And I can't stomach this,
I can't stomach anything,
There's no sense getting close to me,
If you're just gonna get bored of me,
"Shut up," she says,
"You're boring me."
She says...

She says:
"Your body is a temple,
A steeple with a temple,
And you're the only one who can love it to the sun."
She says:
"Your body is a temple, a great big temple,
And you're the only one who doesn't see it."
Body is a temple,
A great big temple,
"And you're the only one who doesn't see it."

We're getting older.
And there are no more milestones,
I think I'm finally getting over,
Finally getting over myself,
Said I'm finally getting over myself,
Yeah I'm finally getting over myself...

...And my body is a temple,
A steeple with a temple,
And I'm the only one who can love it like the sun.
My body is a temple,
A great big temple,
And I'm the only one who needs to see it.
My body is a temple,
A Byzantine temple,
And I think that I'm staring to believe in it.