You can have my dye my pale skin    You can beat me    I'll love you while I bruise       You can take me    Drug my chapped lips    You can hurt me    I'll love you while I trip       But do you think of her    Hands on my waist?    And do you think of me    When she screams your name?       Don't want you to drug me up    It all just hurts too much    Don't want you to drug me up    Your torture was meant to be love       Do you want it?    'Cause when you fuck me    You are loving me    And I am owning you       Do you hate me?    Want to teach me    That my place with you is lying on my knees?       But do you think of her    Hands on my waist?    And do you think of me    When she screams your name?       Don't want you to drug me up    It all just hurts too much    Don't want you to drug me up    Your torture was meant to be love       We can have a pretty house    We can have a pretty car    We can have pretty things    I know that's what you are