“Tell me lies, slap me on the face — just improvise. Do something really clever, that’ll make me hate your name forever. You might swear you’d never touch a lady; well, let me say, you’re not too far from maybe. Everyday you find new ways to hurt me. All this pain begins to feel like pleasure. With my tears, you’d make a sea from desert. Salt my wounds and I’ll keep saying thank you, cause I can’t help it if I’m just a fool — always having my heart set on you.”