歌词
You're armed to the teeth
With a face like a tense Athena
Let out a nervous sigh
Where'd you learn these
Kinda tricks, no I've never seen them
I swear your turf is ice
You're callous, low-down
Awful, grim, and so much more
You put up a fight
A second wind slave
I see the truth through the
Lipstick stains
Blood on your face
With snow in your hair
You put up a fight
But you don't fight fair
You put up a fight
A second wind slave
I see the truth through the
Lipstick stains
Blood on your face
With snow in your hair
You put up a fight
But you don't fight fair
Melodrama
With a touch of cellophane
And yet you cut right through
A complex smoke screen
Of emotions, atoned sins
And nothing else to lose
You're callous, low-down
Awful, grim, and so much more
You put up a fight
A second wind slave
I see the truth through the
Lipstick stains
Blood on your face
With snow in your hair
You put up a fight
But you don't fight fair
You put up a fight
A second wind slave (and it hurts)
I see the truth through the
Lipstick stains (and it hurts)
Blood on your face
With snow in your hair (and it hurts)
You put up a fight
But you don't fight fair
(No you don't fight fair)
(No you don't fight fair)