I'm aloneSitting with an empty glassMy four wallsFollow me through my pastI was on the Paris tradeI emerged an undead brainAnd you were waiting thereTo make your apologiesI remember searching for the perfect wordsI was hoping you might change your mindI remember a soul deceiving meNext to meRiding on a mansionYou were whiteYou were smiling as you took my handYour soul removedMy soul called into time and FranceMan's past with shallow wordsYears have passed and still I hurtI don't know if I can see you nowSmiling as I pull awayI remember a little wrinkle in my handI love you before I spit in my eyeI remember a night we walked along the streetRiding on a mansionEven though I ignored the internetWhen I targeting for laborYou know that the best is to leaveYou know stop being a kidYou know stop being a sleeping WallI want to walk across the streetRunning for my carI don't know how you feelAnd I'm trying to figure outNothing you wantNothing you can do with a medicineStrike the pointYou looked awayI remember hating you for loving meCrying on a measureI'm aloneSitting with a broken glassMy four wallsFollow me through myPastI was on a Paris trainI emerged in London rainAnd you were waiting thereShowing your apologiesSorryI remember searching for the perfect wordsI was holding you and you don't mindI remember us so deceivingIt makes meThinkThat I'm the only oneCrying on a measureSo one of the great things about becoming a woman is *** gets better.So I wanted to celebrate that by writing another song about ***.You just can't write enough of them.This is called Turn You On.