She struts up to me
She whispers my name, as if I know her
But I never knew her (I never knew her)
She asks me the time
A quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
Cuz it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more
Than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool
Anymore
We go to her house
Flip on the tele, and lie on the couch
But I don't feel her
Anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end, of my disenchantment
Now that I'm walking
Out the door
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
Cuz it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more
Than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool
Anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find
Someone else who accepts it
I won't be the one
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
Cuz it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more
Than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool
Anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find
Someone else who accepts it
I won't be the one
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