It's situations such as these
That I always seem to be so weak
And there's a way to which you speak
That just screams I'm something that you need
Well I can't make you happy;
I'll never feel safe.
You can have your story,
And I can have my shame.
You got me out of my clothes
Slipped me into a bottle
Left a handful of bobby pins
And my gut feels sick from the things we did
Next to your fashion I feel old
But I'm more old fashioned than you know
I'm as strong as I seem to be
But I'm not the person that you think
Well, I believe I'm one for chivalry
But there'll be nothing gentle 'bout this
Another day at the office
Another night at the meat market