So what if I was your lover
a thousand time before
you and all the others
still doesn't make me a whore
still doesn't make me yours
You try to say it's what happened, that you were there
Well so was I
You're mine, I know this now
I'll tell you something: you wear it so well
For a worn-out, splintered prison palace / Sister, you wear it so well
You're up here with angels
You look like hell
I'm not going down with you now
but baby, you wear it so well