She shows up and you change your tune
She bunks up in your drawing room
She takes all of your big ideas
And uses them to fuck with you
Stop calling it a weakness
You're no puppet and she's no princess
She shows up and it's not simple
If she loves you it should be simple
It shouldn't take a miracle
If she loves you it should be simple
Stop calling it a weakness
Parasite, pushover
You're no puppet and she's no princess
Who keeps pulling up on your strings
Keeps moving the weight of your tongue
Keeps letting your arms just flail
While you legs lay helpless and stunned
Keeps knocking upon your door
Keeps whispering in your ear
You say you've heard these words before
I see no victims here
God it's just that simple
God it's just that simple
Who keeps pulling up on your strings
Keeps moving the weight of your tongue
Keeps letting your arms just flail
While you legs lay helpless and stunned
Keeps knocking upon your door
Keeps whispering in your ear
You say you've heard these words before
I see no victims here