Hoo!

Ooh, I can be a real motherfucker

I'm a mess, yeah, I'm a lot

Sometimes a monster, just like my father

A nasty temper, yeah, I run hot

Oh, liar, liar! Your skin's on fire

How can I love you if you don't love yourself?

I never meant to hurt you, well, maybe a little

I think you wanted me to be someone else, but

Who's the villain sneaking up from behind

With a knife in his hand and a mouthful of lies? Yeah

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, you sharpened your nails

Whoa, whoa, you weep and you wail

How I'm the big bad wolf in your fairytale

Ooh, you love your gossip, you tiny tattle

All of your stories with their tiny holes

Half the truth is worse than no truth at all

I'm an ex, not a devil here to suck out your soul, no

And who's the villain sneaking up from behind

With a knife in his hand, and a mouthful of lies? Oh

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, you sharpened your nails

Whoa, whoa, you weep and you wail

How I'm the big bad wolf in your fairytale

This one goes out to all my broken-hearted beasties

Did you ever try to love someone who did not love you back? I know you know

You ever try to let someone back in after they come to you with a softness in their eyes and a grief in their heart?

And then you find out about a certain book

A salacious best-seller full of misremembered cobwebs et foutaise absolut, connard

I did not write the fucking Wolverine Blues, I never told you that

And that pleated skirt was a week-old-rotten-meat shade of chartreuse, not off-white

And I have scars on my chest, no mention of that

I am not vampire Fabio

Stitched the initials on the backside of a ticket pocket? This is an insane person

And I was Lelio, not Harlequin

And I would never say that to Claudia on the train

I would never, ever say that, you cancerous jackal

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, you sharpened your nails

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

I'm the big bad wolf in your fairytale

Whoa, whoa, the night's for sale

Whoa, whoa, you sharpened your nails

Whoa, whoa, you sellout, you failed

I'm the big bad wolf, you fucking tattletale

Oh, I'm the big bad wolf