Private The way you touch my face Will never take her place here Deep in thoughts rearranged I yeam for something deviant She liked to send me motivational tapes Her words are blistering, yet soothing all the same And you women taste like nothing compared to her I warp inside my face, I find myself alone in words Deep ingrown, isolate, I yearn for something deviant She says "I'm lonely." She says "I can't forget your face."
She says "It's nothing." She says this everytime we speak I want to be there. I want to fix everything But I can't do anything except listen to motivational tapes Her voice is like something from the dead You'll never satisfy me You women smell like nothing You'll never satisfy me You women smell like nothing You'll never satisfy me You women taste like nothing