I never trust a narcissist
but they love me
so I play them like a violin
and I make it look oh so easy
for every lie I tell them, they tell me three
well this is how the world works
now all he thinks about is me
I can feel the flames on my skin
crimson red paint on my lips
if a man talks ill, I owe him nothing
and if he spends my change then he had it coming
they say I did something bad
why’s it feel so good???
they say I did something bad
then why’s it feel so good?
most fun I ever had
and I’d do it over and over and over again
if I could
just felt so good
good