Tell me lies, slap me on the face. Just improvise, do something really clever. That'll make me hate your name forever. You might swear, you'd never touch a lady. Well, let me say, you're not too far from maybe. Every day you find new ways to hurt me.
God resigned, from hearing my old story. Every night, I'm paying hell for glory. I'm embarrassed but I'm much more sorry. All this pain, begins to feel like pleasure. With my tears, you'd make a sea, a desert. Salt my wounds and I'll keep saying thank you.
