To pretend no one can find The fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes Curtises that I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now
 
Cos nobody loves me It's true Not like you do
 
Covered by the blind belief That fantasies of sinful screens Bear the facts, assume the dye End the vows no need to lie, enjoy Take a ride, take a shot now
 
Who oo am I, what and why Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday Ohh these sour times
 
After time the bitter taste Of innocence decent or race Scattered seeds, buried lives Mysteries of our disguise revolve Circumstance will decide
 
Cos nobody loves me It's true Not like you Nobody loves me It's true Not like you do