I´m lying here on the floor
where you f*cked me
I think I f*cked too much.
I´m crying here
What have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can´t live on this sex support
There´s a shortage at the switch
I can´t stay in your bed no more
Cause it´s making me itch
I tried to call the pimp again
but he´s such a bi*ch

Chours:
Where I can f*ck just as fast as I can
To the middle of orgasm
To the middle of my frustrated acts
And I swear you are just like a pregnancy
instead of making me better
You keep making me ill

I haven´t moved from the spot where you f*cked me
It must be a bad trip
all the other men
were different
maybe I should get some help

Chours.......