He was a doctor so he bought the fancy drinks He listened and laughed at everything He examined my bad arm, gentle twist and gave it back I liked that, I liked that The way he looked into my eyes it was like he wanted to drink me up So the bar turned into another one, and I refilled my cup A few drinks turned into a few hours in a fancy hotel room Was it too soon, was it too soon I've got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh From a prince who turned to pauper When the wicked clock struck midnight I wanted him to like me so that I could like myself What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries He wanted me to meet his friends The next day at a bar I'd never been Told him I don't want a crowd, can we go somewhere uptown He didn't like that, he didn't like that The way he looked into my eyes it was like he wanted to eat me up So I went downtown where I never go so he'd refill my cup Then this bar turned into another night in a fancy hotel room But it didn't feel like it should, like it should I've got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh From a prince who turned to pauper When the wicked clock struck midnight I wanted him to like me so that I could like myself What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries? You shouldn't cry on the way home I said yes when I felt no You shouldn't cry on the way home I've got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh From a prince who turned to pauper When the wicked clock struck midnight I just wanted him to like me so that I could like myself What does it say about me If I've got bruises on my skin and a bite mark on my thigh From a prince who turned to pauper When the wicked clock struck midnight Why do I need them to like me so that I can like myself What does it say about me if I let him cross my boundaries