Funny how it sounds much better without you
see the noise is gone i'm playing without you

i guess your place for sure was behind a desk
dressing dolls for money, here's your success

thinking that the world could not turn without you
constipated minds won't make it without you

they should pay me twice to be in your shoes
bankers, lawyers, honey they won't get the blues

thinking that you rise? you're on the wrong ladder
sure if it's money-wise, you're queen of the fools

it gave you a dirty mind, ambitious and cruel
i think you crossed the line, more headaches and jewels

with your tiny heart, you spit in the soup
sure, you could nail a prophet
and then stick to your rules

what's the matter with you? you can't confess?
too much sins to carry, one more or less!

you're such a sad little girl
you're such a sad little girl