Pygmalion

I've never heard you talk that way Come here and say it to my face, my face My pretty face I know that look in your eyes You really know how to twist up my insides My insides Bury the fury, in your fists Chiseled in my breast Chiseled in my breast Go on, Pygmalion Go on, drive it in I see it, I see it I see it for what it is For what it is For what it is For what it is