I won't hurt
And I won't cry
A little piece of me did not die
And in bed
What we did
I sold my soul for the highest bid
And ignored the man in the mist
And now we're hancuffed wrist to wrist
You have no mind and your souls been sold
To who, I'd never be so bold.
And when you ask me why I seem so tough
I'll cry it was the act of love
And when they mention to me your name
I'll ask who
Then smile with shame.
