well....

tie that big beautiful bow on your lies
and pray that i dont recognize
every nicely wrapped tale of heartache
well suprise
i'm not your toy
you fucking boy
this smile on my face isnt for you
its at you
for my heart of glass is kept in a cellar of stone
bad news for you
i keep it alone
so dont bother
"i love you"
those words only sneak out my lips
but its just one of my tricks
to get you soft and to make you hard
sorry?-should i be?
guilt stricken for being a woman scorn?
oh...no more
my heavy heart is filled to the rim
from all of my own guilt, blame and sin
haha you sucker
you'll remain in my web
"the one" -my fun
and when i comes that i dont want you anymore
i'll turn you out
you disgust me,whore