(This is a little song   A little song about trust)      Don't expect me to fight the good fight for you   And don't expect me to quote myself in quips   Not for you, not for you   So when exactly and precisely   Did I promise all the world to you?   And there in fact let's be exact   Who says that you're the one I'd give that to?      I'll take your legs   I'll take your arms   I'll take your breath in the night   Then give away myself to bloody strips   And Barbie doll eyes      Uh huh, okay   I hope you're proud of yourself   I hope you're proud of yourself         The mister citys so big you say he invents all the fire in you   Meanwhile I'm boiling alive   Over the flame that it has lit for you      So don't expect me to break this all down for you   And don't expect me to fight the good fight with you      I'll take your legs   I'll take your arms   I'll take your breath in the night   To give away myself in bloody strips   to Barbie doll me alive      The lips, the hips, the quips   Are Barbie doll eyes   Can't you see what you're doing to me?      Don't expect me   Don't expect me   Don't expect me      The pennies in my hand   The scissors on the bed for you   I've got a big surprise for you   The apple in my mouth for you   (I know you'll get what you deserve)      And all these dirty hands   That built the ugly things for you   They trigger, jerk, and turn on you   And slide around the neck for you   For you I know you'll get what you deserve   I know you'll get what you deserve      I know you'll get what you deserve