Funny how it sounds much better without you
See the noise is gone i´m playing without you

I guess your place for sure was behind a desk
Dressing dolls for money, here´s your success

Thinking that the world could not turn without you
Constipated minds won´t make it without you

They should pay me twice to be in your shoes
Bankers, lawyers, honey they won´t get the blues
Thinking that you rise? you´re on the wrong ladder
Sure if it´s money-wise, you´re queen of the fools

It gave you a dirty mind, ambitious and cruel
I think you crossed the line, more headaches and jewels

With your tiny heart, you spit in the soup
Sure, you could nail a prophet
And then stick to your rules

What´s the matter with you? you can´t confess?
Too much sins to carry, one more or less!

You´re such a sad little girl
You´re such a sad little girl