Cheap shot hocked straight to the ear drum Is it some sick sign of affection Violated and singed with deceit Disgust from my head to my hands to my feet Your face it gives foul taste Whether smiling crying or denying I see your motives and you're charged with fraud by me So take the hint and leave I loved you while he was in you in the shower Did (in joy and ecstasy) your eyes begin to water And if I may stop by when you're living in the next town ten years down the road A good time for a dime and a crushed cigarette making bets with your body on the avenue Look into my eyes you say and you'll see nothing but sincerity Almost as if you've got some hope that you'll enlighten me You're a head case story Just trust me you said
