whispers my name
as if know her
but i never knew her
she asks me the time
a quarter to one
we go for a drive
i just don't know her
on the coldest night
in the darkest room
i will sleep alone
cuz its better than you, yeah its better than you
you can't play me like that
its a matter of fact
you're nothing more
than a typical whore
and i won't be your fool
anymore
we go to her house
flip on the tele and ly on the couch
but i don't feel her
anymore
she asks me to bed
this is the end of my disenchantment
now that i'm
walking out the door
on the coldest night
in the darkest room
i will sleep alone
cuz its better than you, yeah its better than you
you can't play me like that
its a matter of fact
you're nothing more
than a typical whore
and i won't be your fool
anymore
maybe someday you'll get it
perhaps you'll regret it
or maybe you'll find
someone else who accepts it
i won't be the one
*guitar solo, whoot!!!*
(you can't play me like that
its a matter of fact [echo]
you can't play me like that
its a matter of fact [echos a lot])
on the coldest night
in the darkest room
i will sleep alone
cuz its better than you, yeah its better than you
you can't play me like that
its a matter of fact
you're nothing more
than a typical whore
and i won't be your fool
anymore
maybe someday you'll get it
perhaps you'll regret it
or maybe you'll find
someone else who accepts it
i won't be the one
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