Looking blank TV head
Antenna metal like aluminum sheds
Every squeeze and every bite
Of every guy on your promiscuous bed
Sheets that wave while your body sings lies
And your mother whispers her last lullabies

Cutting ties, no formal dinner
Back to bed, mapped hair, mind running on paint thinner
Head so tough, beat sounds a bit dimmer
Kisses only danced lists of wishes and hopes for a sinner
You'll never change, your touch will always simmer