Oh, oh, stick it down your throat
 
 I'm watching from the bathroom
 
 Making sure I don't choke, choke
 
 From the words you spoke when you're screaming at the mirror
 
 Now you're sitting in the cafeteria
 
 Shoving clementines and orange bacteria
 
 Down your throat a dozen times or near, yeah
 
 Fooling those around of your bulimia
 
 
 You turn oranges to orange juice
 
 Enter there, then spit it out of you
 
 Your body is imperfectly perfect
 
 Everyone wants what the other one's working
 
 No more orange juice
 
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 
 Oh, oh, I believe you chose to blow it on the reading carpet
 
 That's what happens when you stuff it
 
 Please say that you won't continue
 
 Ordering oranges off the menu
 
 Stuffin' up your mouth like t-t-tissue
 
 The way you look is not an issue
 
 
 You turn oranges to orange juice
 
 Enter there, then spit it out of you
 
 Your body is imperfectly perfect
 
 Everyone wants what the other one's working
 
 No more orange juice
 
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 
 Ooh, I wish I could give you my set of eyes
 
 'Cause I know your eyes ain't working, mmm
 
 I wish I could tell you that you're fine, so fine
 
 But you will find that disconcerting
 
 
 You turn oranges to orange juice
 
 Enter there, then spit it out of you
 
 Your body is imperfectly perfect
 
 Everyone wants what the other one's working
 
 No more orange juice
 
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ
 
 Eee, I, ah, OJ