I gave him head

On his teenage bed

Didn't want to

But I never said



Chorus



His strawberry flavour words

Are turning me, drawing me

I wake up feeling cheap

And beginning to bleed

And I don't know how, and I don't know why

I feel so cheap



Wanna please

But begin to freeze

Can't wait to go

Chance I gotta seize



Chorus



In his Ford

Feeling clawed

My bleeding

Makes me feel whored



Chorus x 2



1st verse repeated