My mother told me love is a magical feeling
But she ceased to warn me
That it can be unappealing
It hits you in three

I'd come home alone
Smelling like bitter alcohol and a cheap cigarette
Along with being drenched in his cologne
Making mother upset

I'll arrive home wearing his shirt inside out
She watches me from the staircase above
She'd scream and shout
"This isn't love!"

With my makeup smeared
My love disappeared