Don't ask a question 
Don't seek my [bad word] 
You don't look pretty when you smile 
So don't smile at all 

You loved me like a doctor 
Horse [bad word] with a broken leg 
You're a Paper Girl with Paper Eyes, you're a Paper Crop 
And if you think it's your turn to speak, well it's not 

And if you want money in your coffee 
If you want secrets in your tea 
Keep your Paper heart away from me 

It must be hard 
To be a Paper Girl 
It must be hard 
To watch your body growing old 

And I'll be laughing in your head until I want to stop 
And if you think it's your turn to explain yourself, well it's not 

And if you want money in your coffee 
If you want secrets in your tea 
Keep your Paper heart away from me 

Tables have turned, you're still there 
Now you're singing in your electric chair 
You'll burn if you're made of paper you're going to see 

And if you want money in your coffee 
If you want secrets in your tea 
Keep your Paper heart away from me