Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart out
There`s not much left, just my red dress
just this feeling that I got
You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
it`s my memory it`s your loss
Bleu black, maybe you got something
but the flowers grew back
And was it familiar when you toched my sister
God, I don`t think there`s a word for that
Blue black, maybe you got something
but the flowers grew black
I gave it away, whore for a day
It`s so ugly, I`m still breathing
But you never got my virgin heart
It stayed locked up, it`s still beating
Blue black, maybe you got something
but the flowers grew black
Eat your words, eat your hat
Eat your words, eat your heart out
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can`t take it with you
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can`t take it with you.