Out flying like an insect
through the night
thriving on the blood of beautiful
Italiano princessos
while I sit here
plucking hairs from my head
like petals from a daisy
He loves me,
(yank)
he loves me not

I have pulled out my heart
held it in my hands
stroked it like a precious puppy
like a toy poodle
and thats how it's treated,
like a toy
but it's flopping around like a fish
gasping for love and blood
and it's drying up

And all I can do is apply rose red lipstick
to my lips and nipples and the brownish bits on my heart
pull on a halter top
adjust my tits so they make a new heart
across my chest
just be too ready to untie that string
and let them see
the great big scar
where my heart used to be.