turn off the lights and i am gone i could be your friend, or a faceless whore my tears mistaken for sweat, in the dark trafficked room turn the pillowcase to hide the mascara stains again
i'm the girl with the tits and the voice the so-called choice but when the breeze turns serious i can see your stare change vacant i know i'm redundant i just thought that you of all people would understand me
this was not on my agenda but i can fuck with the best of them i never gave a damn about gettin' off -- I'M JUST A GIRL THAT WAY! i wanted depth and perception but then i saw my reflection smoking naked, post-sex makeup to cover up the whore i feel like i've become