Portrait of a Dead Girl

When you laid like a wolf

With your head on my lap

I felt like one of those portraits

Of women protected by a beast on a chain

They look so safe

A guard dog built just for her

If only she knew that with one wrong move

He'll turn around and tear off her hands

And I wish you had given me the courtesy

Of ripping out my throat

And I wish that I'd let you have the dignity

Of letting me go

I break apart without your arms

The smell of soap and petrol smarts

Let me feed you to my friends

Over and over again

Let my last words be our last dance

I'd die for you, no questions asked

If anyone could kill me

It probably would be you

He's got (He's got) letters on his fist

R-I-D-E (R-I-D-E)

A triumph on his hips

He looks like one of those film stars

With a blow-up doll

And a BB gun

And I wish you had given me the courtesy

Of staying one more night

And I wish that I had the guts, the dignity

To put up a fight

I break apart without your arms

The smell of soap and petrol smarts

Let me feed you to my friends

Over and over again

Let my last words be our last dance

I'd die for you, no questions asked

If anyone could kill me

It probably would be you

Don't have the strength to pin me down (Give me the strength)

The time I wasted in your mouth (Give me)

Waves that crash against your chest (The strength)

Over and over again (Give me)

I kissed your eyes and framed your teeth (The strength)

As you crawled back into the sea (Give me)

Oh, anyone could kill me (The strength)

And I'd never ever let it be you

Give me the strength, give me the strength

Give me the strength, give me the strength

Give me the strength, give me the strength

Give me the strength, give me the strength

Give me the strength, give me the strength

Give me the strength, give me the strength