| You smell |
| And there's blood on your lips. |
| Your hands show them |
| What your mouth has kissed. |
| Now I know something |
| I did not know before |
| The thing you destroyed |
| Is the thing you liked me for. |
| |
| All those nights with my arse in your face |
| And your words in my dreams, |
| Now I know what the value of ignorance means. |
| |
| The pain and sordidness, |
| Out of all choices, |
| I thought you'd be the best. |
| At least I know something |
| About what's good and what hurts. |
| And I'm glad that I loathe it; |
| You would have fucked me up worse. |
| |
| All those nights with my arse in your face |
| And your words in my dreams. |
| Now I know what the value of ignorance means. |
| |
| All those nights with my arse in your face |
| And your words in my dreams. |
| Now I know what the value of ignorance means. |
| |
| Don't you ever lie to me again |
| Because if you do, I will not be your friend. |
| |
| Oo-ooh, wo-wo-wo-woh. |
| Oo-ooh, wo-wo-wo-woh. |
| Oo-ooh, wo-wo-wo-woh. |
| Oo-ooh, wo-wo-wo-woh. |
| Oo-ooh, wo-wo-wo-woh. |
| Oo-ooh, wo-wo-wo-woh. |
