Tekstovi: Fluffy. Black Eye. Cheap.

I gave him head
On his teenage bed
Didn't want to
But I never said

Chorus

His strawberry flavour words
Are turning me, drawing me
I wake up feeling cheap
And beginning to bleed
And I don't know how, and I don't know why
I feel so cheap

Wanna please
But begin to freeze
Can't wait to go
Chance I gotta seize

Chorus

In his Ford
Feeling clawed
My bleeding
Makes me feel whored

Chorus x 2

1st verse repeated