I starve myself to prove
I've got only weight to lose
And I know nobody's listening
When I pray to mother goose
Blood is sweeter when your tongue is numb
Something changed, now I don't cry too much
Some might say that I don't cry enough
I just quiver and blush
Monroe won't love again
Once I shoot her boyfriend dead
And I know nobody's listening
'Cause my crimes have been confessed
Nothing's sweeter than a newborn fawn
With lashes darker than before the dawn
I tore my lashes out and now they're gone
And Bambi's brain's on my lawn
I've been trying to flag you down and feed your senses
Senseless fears suit my skin
I've been bending myself backwards to get you off
My swollen hips feel stiff
And I'm asking you
Don't you want to be sung to?
Don't you want to be sung to?
Don't you want to be sung to?
Don't you want ---
On nights I'm left alone
I take my business to the road
But I know nobody's listening
'Cause their tire's on my throat
That mistake of yours could be so sweet
I turned red when they were indulging me
Maybe indulge isn't the word I mean
I think they're trying to speak
And they're asking me
Don't you want to be sung to?
Don't you want to be sung to?
Don't you want to be sung to?
Don't you want me to sing to you?