[Verse 1]
Oh, oh, stick it down your throat
I'm watchin' from the bathroom makin' sure I don't
Choke, choke from the words you spoke
When you're screamin' at the mirror (Screamin' at the mirror)
Now you're sittin' in the cafeteria
Shovin' clementines and orange bacteria
Down your throat a dozen times or near, yeah
Fooling those around of your bulimia
[Chorus]
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 workin'
No orange juice
[Post-Chorus]
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
[Verse 2]
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 with t-t-tissue
The way you look is not an issue
[Chorus]
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 workin'
No orange juice
[Post-Chorus]
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
[Bridge]
Ooh, I wish I could give you my set of eyes
'Cause I know your eyes ain't workin', mmm
I wish I could tell you that you're fine, so fine
But you will find that disconcertin'
[Chorus]
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 workin'
No orange juice
[Post-Chorus]
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
Ee, ah, ee, ah, OJ
CRYBABY: Wanna know something I've learned about bodies? They don't define us. We aren't our bodies. They're just temporary. I know it seems impossible, but try not to expect shallow people to love you. They don't even have the capacity to understand how amazing you are. And we all have to learn to love ourselves without the approval of others
FLEUR: I know. It's just extremely overwhelming when everyone around you is making you feel like you aren't good enough. As if you're not deserving the same kind of love if you're different
CRYBABY: Everyone is deserving of love. Everyone