He said 'take off your clothes for me

I've got a dirty fantasy

Your body's generosity

Could really be of use to me'

Naturally I said, 'certianly'



He said 'I've got some time

If you don't mind

To close your eyes

And be robbed blind

I'm in a bind, you'd be so kind'

His words were sweet and silver-lined

I said 'fine,' well how can I decline



And he's told me I'm efficient

Conveniently complacent

He told me that I got the job done

He said I best do all that I can 

To make him a better man

And make him a better man

When he's gone

Better when he's gone



I don't know what he takes me for

But he's had me

And he'll take me more

He says that's what sweet fleash is for

Oh what's left

But this apple core



And he's told me I'm efficient

Conveniently complacent

He told me that I got the job done

He said I best do all that I can 

To make him a better man

And make him a better man

When he's gone

Better when he's gone





music and lyrics by martina sorbara

martina sorbara - vocals/acoustic guitar

adam hay - drums

murray foster - bass

justin abedin - electric guitar

gary breit - keyboards