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 |