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 a year, yeah For another round of your bulimia You turn oranges into orange juice Enter there, then spit it out of you Your body is imperfectly perfect Everyone wants what the other one's working No orange juice We cry OJ We cry OJ We cry OJ We cry OJ Oh, oh I believe you chose to blow it on the reading carpet That’s what happens when you’re starvin’ 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 into orange juice Enter there, then spit it out of you Your body is imperfectly perfect Everyone wants what the other one's working No orange juice We cry OJ We cry OJ We cry OJ We cry OJ Ooh I wish I could give you my set of eyes 'Cause I know your eyes ain't working I wish I could tell you’re fine, so fine But you will find that disconcert You turn oranges into orange juice Enter there, then spit it out of you Your body is imperfectly perfect Everyone wants what the other one's working No orange juice We cry OJ We cry OJ We cry OJ We cry OJ