In the corner there is a little door in the wall
You jam your hand up inside me
Twisting around in my guts
I gasp and whisper “It isn't love”

So you fall upon me mad
As a bumble bee buzzing
Hungrily and desperately lost without flowers
In my huge eyes “It isn't love”

You twist my **** and bang loudly
Into the back of my throat
Watching my tears mixing with my makeup
And again and again “It isn't love”