Pretty When You Cry

You're made of my rib, oh baby,
You're made of my sin...
And I can't tell where your lust ends and where your love begins.

I didn't wanna hurt you, baby,
I didn't wanna hurt you
I didn't wanna hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry.

And the moon gives me permission and I enter through her eyes.
She's loosing her virginity and all the will to comprimise.

I didn't wanna hurt you, baby,
I didn't wanna hurt you
I didn't wanna hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry.


I didn't wanna fuck you, baby,
I didn't wanna fuck you
I didn't wanna fuck you, but you're pretty when you're mine.

I didn't really love you, baby,
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you, but I'm pretty when I lie.

You hurt me, baby...
I hurt you, baby...

(how can you do this to me now?
how can you do this to me now?)