Crash Test Dummies

I know that you don't love me
I know you hate my guts
I know the nasty things you say
About me, to those sluts
Well, maybe I'm a weasel
Maybe I'm a liar
Maybe I'm a skinny punk
Who couldn't change a tire
I'm laying down and I'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby
I've always been this pasty
I've always been this shape