Portrait of a Dead Girl

When you laid like a wolf With your head on my lap I felt like one of those portraits of Women protected by a beast on a chain They look so safe A guard dog there just for her If only she knew that with one wrong move He'll turn around and tear off her hands And I wish you had given me The courtesy of ripping out my throat And I wish that I let you have The dignity of letting me go I break apart without your arms, the smell of soap and petrol smarts Let me feed you to my friends, over and over again Let my last words be our last dance, I'd die for you, no questions asked If anyone could kill me, it probably would be you He's got (he's got) letters on his fist R-I-D-E (R-I-D-E), and triumph on his hips He looks like one of those film stars With a blow-up doll and a BB gun And I wish you had given me The courtesy of staying one more night And I wish that I had the guts The dignity to put up a fight I break apart without your arms, the smell of soap and petrol smarts Let me feed you to my friends, over and over again Let my last words be our last dance, I'd die for you, no questions asked If anyone could kill me, it probably would be you Don't have the strength to pin ya down (give me the strength) The time I wasted in your mouth (give me) Waves that crash against your chest (the strength) Over and over again (give me) I kissed your eyes and framed your teeth (the strength) As you crawl back to the sea (give me) Oh, anyone could kill me (the strength) And I'd never ever let it be you Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength Give me, the strength