I don't believe you   Not for a second   But I want to   I want to hear what you have to say   I really want to believe   But you're a bad liar   Arch your back   Tell me why you return   What do you think I wanna see?   What kind of pig are you?   Arch that back   What kind of pig would do that?   Come on, whore, con me   Come on, con me   Make me believe you   Show some decorum   Bend over      What were you thinking?   When you let him come in your mouth?   When you bled onto his cock?   When you begged him to stop?      Tell me again   About your sister   The pain   And about your therapy   And the prozac   And the stitches   And the photos   And your interview   And your phantom pain   Tell me again, dear   Tell me again   I like the stories   Tell me   I can trust you   Tell me   I promise I'll listen   Tell me while you dance