I'm gonna watch the sun
Watch until I go blind
It's gonna burn my skin too
But not quite like you do
I know there's something evil under your pretty face
I know that you're keepin' lies under your wicked tongue, too
And I heard from one of your girls
You're gettin' rid of me anyway
I hope it's not today
Cuz I'm comin' down to see ya
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me?
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me?
My friends say I'm a fool and that my head's full of shit
I know that it's not true
Ain't got a thing to do with it
You locked my heart in shackles
Hid the keys in your cat food
Now I'm sick as a dog
I don't think that we're gonna make it
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me?
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me?
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me girl?
Why do you torture me?
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