She walks her feet through tired streets
Be careful not to break the glass
She's a twenty [bad word] something, just hungry for loving
She is fresh trash, more than pure class

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home

She speaks only lies, through straining eyes
Is careful not [bad word] her charm
She makes the [bad word] through me, she has the [bad word] of beauty
She is the needle, not the vein in your arm

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home