You tell me that I'm in need of something, and it's something I want.
and you're back on your back but there's no shame, not locking the door.
You got a need to please, it's got you down on your knees,
screaming ****** for your pills and your child support.

But tell me why all of her
lovers talk of other
worlds because of her ploy

Give the world to feel like you're no one, and you wonder what for.
Salivation is the only salvation, between you and the floor.
Karma, ******, birds and bees,
saving up the pennies freed by the lock on your jaw.

But tell me why all of her
lovers talk of other
worlds because of her ploy.

The chairman of the board is a no one, 'cause you're queen of his world.
Takes a number just to spread you out longways, makes pretend he's a girl.
Some sultry needs, alarmed, diseased,
not lawful, but at least it's not what mum bargained for.

tell me why all of her
lovers talk of other
worlds because of her ploy

And when I've got some coin,
will you tell me how much it will take to make you love me some more?