On his teenage bed
Didnt 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 dont know how, and I dont know why
I feel so cheap
Wanna please
But begin to freeze
Cant 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