I’m Too Good for You

I can see crippled women in your past arise
a painful sorrow in their eyes
you did to them what you did to me
you made them love your sick fantasy

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you

you hurt me and burned me with such precise care
you don’t miss a trick stick the pins in there
a master of magic of pain and grief
you broke another woman and called it belief

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you

the pain you inflicted is so unfair
you’d do it again you really don’t care
you’re plan back fired your poison rejuvenates
just a piece of hash on a hot knife plate

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you

I can see crippled women in your past arise
a painful sorrow in their eyes
you did to them what you did to me
you made them love your sick fantasy

I’m too good for you
I’m too good for you