You want to take my heart
And make a big mess with it all, honey, like face paint
Like we're children in the first grade, but with feelings
Oh, I keep coming back to you
You want to saw me up
Like you're some kind of magician and I'm just your companion
Cute dressed girl with the big tits who just lies around like that
And gets sawed in half, and I keep coming back to you
Well, I'm not your little girl
She took refuge underneath the neon sun
With holiday cards and silent nights
And you will be bad inside
Cause you never cry
Cause you never cry
Cause you never cry
Oh, and what am I to do with you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh services
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh services
Oh
Oh, give me what she had.
Oh, give me what she had.
Oh, give me what she had.
I don't know why I'm lying.
I don't know why I'm lying.
But it starts when I make a big mess of your heart.
Oh, I...
I miss times when she'd show you the hardest part.