She has me like a pisces when I am weak

I've been locked inside your Heart Shaped box, for weeks

I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Cut myself on Angel Hair and baby's breath

Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black

Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back.