If passion were a crime
You'd be a three time felon
If they were buying
You were selling
You hunted men
Like a **** in the woods
You had a reputation
In that neighborhood.

Rings and things
And everything green
The dollars flew back
Into your tight jeans
Now you show up
Using your body for a bribe
Now don't you even
Even f*** cry.

Powder and a shot
Powder and a shot
After all the men you wanted
I'm the one that got caught
Powder and a shot
Powder and a shot
Now, what's it gonna take
For you to get gone?

You say you're broken
You want to get fixed
There's no quick cure
No real Wicca magic
What you got yourself in
Is so tragic
The actions you exhibit
Could be termed quite manic
I'm not a doctor
But I do know sick
And the logic of the heart
Is the devil's walking stick
And you dance around the fire screaming
"It ain't hot"
Till you start to feel the heat
Of a true lover's knot.

Put the food down
Right in front of me
I'll wipe the plate clean
And I'll never leave
Put the bottle down
And a second I'll need
Oh, I never had half
Of anything.

You gave your love once
Now you want a second chance
Oh, you can't do that, I mean,
Take your love back
It's damage
It's weak
And you clearly have your needs
But I won't be fooled
I ain't exactly bulletproof.