| I gave him head | |
| On his teenage bed | |
| Didn't want to | |
| But I never said | |
| Chorus | |
| His strawberry flavour words | |
| Are turning me, drawing me | |
| I wake up feeling cheap | |
| And beginning to bleed | |
| And I don't know how, and I don't know why | |
| I feel so cheap | |
| Wanna please | |
| But begin to freeze | |
| Can't wait to go | |
| Chance I gotta seize | |
| Chorus | |
| In his Ford | |
| Feeling clawed | |
| My bleeding | |
| Makes me feel whored | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| 1st verse repeated |