You can have me dye my pale skin
You can beat me, I´ll love you while I bruise
You can take me, drug my chapped lips
You can hurt me, I´ll love you while I trip

But do you think of her - hands on my waist?
And do you think of me when she screams your name?

Don´t want you to drug me up, it all just hurts too much
Don´t want you to drug me up, your torture was meant to be love

Do you want it?
´Cause when you fuck me
You are loving me and I am owning you
Do you hate me?
Want to teach me that my place with you
Is lying on my knees?

But do you think of her - hands on my waist?
And do you think of me when she screams your name?

Don´t want you to drug me up, it all just hurts too much
Don´t want you to drug me up, your torture was meant to be love

We can have a pretty house
We can have a pretty car
We can have pretty things
I know that´s what you are