A vision of a body with wings
A song of somebody who sings
A picture of what beauty is
A letter from the love he calls his
A loneliness he's always called home
A ringing from the telephone
When the one you love, calls you up
Just to tell you, you're not the one
Not the one she wants to make love to...
A knock on the door in the evening
Asleep, I awake myself from my dreaming
Slowly I open the door
Her body limply falls to the floor
Secrets she says she has to reveal
My nightmare now frighteningly real
When the one you love, calls you up
When she tells you a secret, she got fucked up
A fatal mistake she can never forget...
Nursing her now fatherless son
At a tender age of twenty-one
Jobless, single mother she weeps
All the memories she'd rather not keep
When the one you love, calls you up
And tells you how she got fucked up
But it's not the story you expect it to be
'Cuz the story ends with "He raped me"
A song of somebody who sings
A picture of what beauty is
A letter from the love he calls his
A loneliness he's always called home
A ringing from the telephone
When the one you love, calls you up
Just to tell you, you're not the one
Not the one she wants to make love to...
A knock on the door in the evening
Asleep, I awake myself from my dreaming
Slowly I open the door
Her body limply falls to the floor
Secrets she says she has to reveal
My nightmare now frighteningly real
When the one you love, calls you up
When she tells you a secret, she got fucked up
A fatal mistake she can never forget...
Nursing her now fatherless son
At a tender age of twenty-one
Jobless, single mother she weeps
All the memories she'd rather not keep
When the one you love, calls you up
And tells you how she got fucked up
But it's not the story you expect it to be
'Cuz the story ends with "He raped me"
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