Dress To Please

I'll cut my heart out and leave it here on the stage And you can come pick it up after the show And when you find out what I really meant you let me know I'll cut it out, cut it out, cut my heart out and leave it here on the stage And you can come pick it up after the show And when you find out what you really want you let me know I'll cut it out, cut it out, cut my heart out, with some more so-called friends And we can meet at the house after the show And you will smile and lie to my face, I'll never know I'll never know, never know it again To fall in love you get fucked You give in until you both give up So give in to your next sweet young love To fall in love you get to fuck So who's the whore? So who's the whore? Can't count the lies You get to fuck, so who's the whore? So who's the whore? You twist my words to fit the end So what's a friend? So what's a friend? The truth remains to get your end So what's a friend? So what's a friend? So what's a friend? So what's a friend? So what's a friend?