Damaged Goods

Tell it to me straight

Whoever has an honest face?

A touch without a tremble

A steady gaze

A quality you mentioned as desired

To be wounded

As sought for and admired

But there's no beauty in pain

And agony for show is only in vain

Damaged we're, so damaged, baby

You and me, we're damaged

The merry-go-round

Second time around, leftover fun-fair

Looting in the lost and found

Keep licking it up

Live a reckless ball

So damaged

History repeating

I can see us fleeting

Falling into bad habits and patterns

The aura fades from bubbly pink, flattened

Mortally wounded

On the battlefield of love and life

Oh, such a useless strife

Ooh

History repeating

All used up and sucked dry

The reason why we're damaged goods

We're damaged, baby

You and me, we're damaged

The way that I was shaped and molded

How you wished I'm damaged and I'm scolded