She struts up to me
She whispers my name
as if I know her
But I never knew her...
She asks me the time
A quarter to one
we go for a driveI just don't know her
...
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
Cuz it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more
than a typical whoreAnd I won't be your fool
Anymore
I go to her house
Flip on the tele
and lie on the couchBut I don't feel her
Anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end
of my disenchantment
Now that I'm walking
out the door
On the coldest night
In darkest room
I will sleep aloneCuz it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more
than a typical whoreAnd I won't be your fool
Anymore
Maybe some day you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll findsomeone else who accepts it
I won't be the one
...
......
You can't play me like that
it's a matter of fact
...
You can't play me like thatit's a matter of fact
...
On the coldest night
In darkest room
I will sleep alone
Cuz it's better than youYeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more
than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool
Anymore
Maybe some day you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find
someone else who accepts it
I won't be the one
...
