He's not gonna call
because you are such a bore
you have to pick your bones from the floor
Your cheap thrill? Won't hit you anymore
Because I could see the ephemeral flowers dying
his Words as smothering and hurting
as men's are...

He's not gonna get back, he'll break your heart.
Or maybe it'll be bleached the other way around.
but you will! give it time
"Give me time, baby, so I can fix my life"
And you'll rush into his arms,
***** thoughts at the subway hoarding your mind!
How he makes you breathless, makes you moan
How he understands it all
Now you are far from him,
you could say "I love the man".

Because, who can make me feel the way he did?
I'm seeking a new thrill but I'm on the queue to it.
It hurts that he's gonna leave. No matter if just three days of this.
It hurts a lot. Men should have *****.
Cheap thrill! I love you!
It's the only thing I never stop doing.

Cheap thrill on a dark movement
on a drunk spree
Cheap thrill, now I see
maybe I must get back
with him, with him, with him.

**** all the men in the world.
Leave me ******* alone.
You don't want our ruin
Turns me to bleach
and I get burnt
Let me float in space
And never think of love, oh love...