When you chased me down the stairs
And you pulled my underwear
You were on my desk and chair
I care, I don't want to know where
You had sex
You're his handcuff-wielding ex
With a tendency to perplex this room
It's full of news, I haven't a clue
I don't want to speak to you
So come on baby turn the lights down low
I'm always bragging that I told you so
I'm in love
Do you remember what you did that day
Remember what you did to feel this way
A bit tough
And now you're leaving me with no money
I don't want to see your photography
Sick fuck!
It's that I cannot stand your angry words
It's getting worse and worse I thank the curse
Shit luck!
