this is a little song a little song about trust don't expect me to fight the good fight for you don't expect me to quote myself in quips not for you, not for you so, when exactly and precisely did i promise all the world to you? when there in fact (let's be exact) who says that you're the one I give it to? i'll take your arms i'll take your legs i'll take your voice in the night to give away myself in bloody strips and barbie doll eyes uh huh, okay i hope you're proud of yourself i hope you're proud of yourself "and, oh, the city's too big" you say as if it's all a part of you meanwhile I'm burning alive under the flame that it has lit for you so, don't expect me to write this all down for you and don't expect me to fight the good fight
for you i'll take your arms i'll take your legs i'll take your breath in the night to give away myself in bloody strips and barbie doll eyes the lips, the hips, eclipsed by the barbie doll hands the lips, the hips, eclipsed by the barbie doll eyes can't you see what you're doing to me? don't expect me don't expect me don't expect me the pen is in my hand the scissors on the bed for you i've got a big surprise for you the apple in my mouth for you i know you'll get what you deserve when all these dirty hands they built the ugly things for you they tricked and took a turn on you and slide around the bend for you for you i know you'll get what you deserve i know you'll get what you deserve