I don’t need none of your bedroom bruised sweet box
An’ I don’t need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk

I‘m gonna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
I want cha ta know
I want cha ta know
I want cha ta know
I want you to know what love is

I don’t need none of your tender back-seat love
An’ I don’t need none of your two-bit machine love

I’m gonna write on your face...

I don’t need none of your sleaze ball greased love
An’ I don’t need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk

I’m gonna write on your face...