Lyrics: Tickle Me Pink. Madeline. Typical.

She struts up to me
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her
She asks me the time
Quarter one we go for a drive
I just don't know her

On the coldest night
On the darkest road
I will sleep alone
Cause it's better than you
Yeah it's better than you
You can't play me like that as a matter of fact
You're nothing more than a typical whore
And I wont be your fool anymore

We go to her house
Flip on the tellie and lie on the couch
But I don't feel her...anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end on my disenchantment
Now that I'm walking out the door

On the coldest night
On the darkest road
I will sleep alone
Cause it's better than you
Yeah it's better than you
You can't play me like that as a matter of fact
You're nothing more than a typical whore
And I wont 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 wont be the one

(You can't play me like that as a matter of fact)
(You can't play me like that as a matter of fact)

On the coldest night
On the darkest road
I will sleep alone
Cause it's better than you
Yeah it's better than you
You can't play me like that as a matter of fact
You're nothing more than a typical whore
And I wont 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 wont be the one