Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul.

I met a girl and we ran away, I swore I'd make her happy every day. And how I made her cry, two faces have I.

So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes, is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise?

You use to drive me wild, but lately you get your kicks from just knocking me down, down, down.