The Masochist’s Daughter کے بول

I wish I knew what was going through your head When you color code your make-up And you sugar-coat your lies You can compromise your morals But don't you waste my fucking time I hope you feel sick When you think of coming clean Cause your hands are so cold But only when they're touching me I'm sure he flatters you with flowers I know he tries to treat you well I know he fills you up with expensive foods and liquors And tells you that your family Is not as important as himself I hope you feel sick When you think of coming clean Cause your hands are so cold But only when they're touching me I got a right hook with his name on it You wrote the handbook on how to be dishonest I don't know you anymore I don't know I don't know I don't know That's just the risk of coming home