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 feeling cheap
And beginning to bleed
And I don't know how, and I don't know why
I feel so cheap
Wanna please
But begin to freeze
Can't wait to go
Chance I gotta seize Chorus
In his Ford
Feeling clawed
My bleeding
Makes me feel whored
Chorus x 2
1st verse repeated
1 | Black eye |
2 | Husband |
3 | Nothing |
4 | Scream |
5 | Hypersonic |
6 | I wanna be your lush |
7 | Crossdresser |
8 | Technicolour yawn |
9 | Cosmetic dog |
10 | Psychofudge |