I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.
I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through.
One more day to complain my servant. One more doubt here to find a servant.
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.
I’ll take advantage while you hang me out to dry, but I can’t see you every night – free.
I can feel it, I can hold it. I can bend it, I can shape it, I can mold it.
Love you so much, it makes me sick.