Gia

Yeah, I go see, I go see.
Nobody sees me.

"Ah, piece of meat, come here.
Show me your bag."

And they stick their finger in you.

"I just wanna taste your temperature."

Go see, go see, go see,
go see somebody else.

I ain't no good at this.
I ain't no good at this at all.

But even if you are good at it,
what, exactly, are you good at?



(trecho do diário de Gia Carangi)