'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna leave you When I get the strength to I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna leave you When I get the strength to Black Eye
Who do you think you're kidding? They're not staring at you Your ego's bigger than Jesus They don't care about you Cosmetic Dog Why do you want
I don't even know myself Everything I think is you I don't even take a breath Until you've told me to Chorus My lie is true, My lie is true It
I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna leave you When I get the strength to I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna leave you When I get the strength to Black Eye
See her sitting on the tube, her lips about to speak. She wants to tell him everything, she feels so guilty and so cheap. But don't you ever tell,
I gave him head On his teenage bed Didn't want to But I never said Chorus His strawberry flavour words Are turning me, drawing me I wake up
He doesn't like the colour of your hair When you get in put back on your underwear He thinks you look fat in that dress The truth is he doesn't want
Overwhelmed, savage sculpture Vibrating scream, eat me like a vulture Burns me up quickly, can't slow down Need to get higher where I can't be found
I wanna be your lush Your little bit of fluff Lock me in a cage Don't wanna act so tough Chorus Tie me down honey Make me feel secure Bliss
I've set my house on fire I've gone out in drag And I've split the atom I've crashed the hardest diamond I've drunk the deepest sea I've rocketed
He's gotta feel sweet inside The spark hits And his mouth is dry It doesn't matter 'cause he's feeling high But his eyes are streaming Chorus
Your turn away Resentfully I take no blame For my vulgarity Chorus You're choking as you try to laugh You're vomiting up cream And with a kiss
Dirty old bird Drunk again No use for her Spit on her, then Turn her over Once again Dirty old bird Drunk again Hold her down now Hit the bitch
Woke up in a bed of vomit I think I hate myself Woke up in a bed of vomit I lost my pink wig and I'm in hell Chorus Don't tell me Don't tell
You've got so many fans they love you not your backing band You're so fantastic, in fact you're great Oh yeah, don't take of those shades Chorus
Slut angel selling acid punch Dominatrix with a submissive glance Botticelli with a tattooed bust Chorus She tried as hard as she could But not
