You can have my dye my pale skin
You can beat me
I'll love you while I bruise

You can take me
Drug my chapped lips
You can hurt me
I'll love you while I trip

But do you think of her
Hands on my waist?
And do you think of me
When she screams your name?

Don't want you to drug me up
It all just hurts too much
Don't want you to drug me up
Your torture was meant to be love

Do you want it?
'Cause when you fuck me
You are loving me
And I am owning you

Do you hate me?
Want to teach me
That my place with you is lying on my knees?

But do you think of her
Hands on my waist?
And do you think of me
When she screams your name?

Don't want you to drug me up
It all just hurts too much
Don't want you to drug me up
Your torture was meant to be love

We can have a pretty house
We can have a pretty car
We can have pretty things
I know that's what you are