A femme fatale prisoner dressed in stripes
Gulps down the juice squeezed from the crowd
Every night, drunkenly, she plays with fire, and hangs herself
When the wax figure of a little girl melts

My discomfort is working overtime
The emptiness is lonely
A refutation that comes dispassionately
After I’ve hung my head
Is an all-or-nothing surrender
A well-behaved meeting and parting, selfishly
Cajoling a negative out of a positive

If this shallow love is what you call love
Unfortunately, like a fool
I realized I’d been acting out of self-preservation
Only after saying “I don’t even want to talk to you”
If you affirm your shallowness
Then where’s my ground to stand on?
An annoying glass and foundation
Hang your tongue out, just like a dog

A femme fatale of the public, dressed in wickedness
Seems to fan the flames of the deuce squeezed out of the crowd
As nightly she plays with fire, ignoring intent
When released from the prison of this love affair

On the scales of self-proclamation, my head was lighter; the military cup was raised
I can only think to the extent that it’s been transferred to the decanter
When arranging my pieces, I placed my stupidity like a guardrail

If this shallow love is what you call love
Unfortunately, like a fool
I said “It’s not like I want to let you go”
Though it also wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed
My shallow self’s raison d’etre
Is the sacrifice of a perfect narrow path
If you’d drunk brandy off my skin
I would get flustered and be laughed at

If this shallow love is what you call love
Unfortunately, like a fool
I realized I’d misjudged the situation
Only after saying “It’s not that I can’t talk to you”
If this shallow love is what you call love
Unfortunately, like a heel
I’d kiss you goodbye countless times
See through my wickedness, just like a dog

Just like a dog