Please, darling, tell me
how you want me to see,
how you want me to fake,
how you want this to be.

Does it pique your interest
when my lipstick's like this?
Does it fall into place?
Did I follow your wish?

Oh, gorgeous,
I'm loving your smile.
It takes me away
as I collapse on the tile.

Yes, yes,
whatever you please.
We can say that there's more
to this love than just greed.

This type of love, certainly,
isn't for the weak.
I shut my eyes and sob,
while listening to you speak.