girl you re a healer and i m a big sore i m a nine slash stitch and i don t want you no more you make me sick you make me sad you re the best damn lover that i ever had except for the girl with the golden pliers except for the son who slips and sires girl you re a dealer i m the cement floor you re the tracks on my body and i don t want you no more you make me happy you make me high you slice me a piece of the apple pie but the cross hatch crust your heart requires is the last temptation of the humble prior ah nobody knows me no know ah nobody hearts me no heart girl you re a kneeler and i wax your floor you re a real believer and i don t want you no more you make me hate you when you lock your jaw you re the worst damn liar that i ever saw except for the lover i left on the train except for the love i pushed off the plain 