Cheap shot hocked straight to the ear drum Is it
  some sick sign of affection Violated and singed
  with deceit Disgust from my head to my hands
  to my feet Your face it gives foul taste
  Whether smiling crying or denying I see your
  motives and you're charged with fraud by me So
  take the hint and leave I loved you while he was
  in you in the shower Did (in joy and ecstasy)
  your eyes begin to water And if I may stop by
  when you're living in the next town ten years
  down the road A good time for a dime and a
  crushed cigarette making bets with your body on
  the avenue Look into my eyes you say and you'll
  see nothing but sincerity Almost as if you've got
  some hope that you'll enlighten me You're a head
  case story Just trust me you said