Well, she didnt choose this role
But shell play it and make it sincere so
You cry, you cry
(Give me a break!)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams
(Give me a break! Break! Break! Break!)
Have some composure!
Where is your posture?
Oh no, no!
You're pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong