My throat feels strange when I don't get to see you
I get a mad desire to scream
My throat scrapes the paint and tiles
Of your bedroom, of the kitchen, of the living room
My throat scrapes the paint and tiles
Of your bedroom, of the kitchen, of the living room
I come late at night to disturb your sleep
Like a stray dog I howl
I trespass the pillow, turn you inside out
I make you lose your head, I get it spinning
I trespass the pillow, turn you inside out
I make you lose your head, I get it spinning
I know I'm no saint, sometimes I come on hard,
Sometimes I play it nice so I can win you over
But I'm no ingénue, I was raised in the streets
And I won't change my ways just to please you
But I'm no ingénue, I was raised in the streets
And I won't change my ways just to please you
I ended up in this city by force of circumstance
I've always been like this, I grew up kinda without a home
I've learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you enough rope is 'cause later I'm...
I've learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you enough rope is 'cause later I'm
leaving you behind
I've learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you enough rope is 'cause later I'm...
I've learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you enough rope is 'cause later I'm
leaving you behind
I've learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you enough rope is 'cause later I'm
leaving you behind
I've learned to fend for myself
And if I'm giving you enough rope is 'cause later I'm
leaving you behind