Through the day she’s the kind of girl
That’s holding me tightly to make me feel safer
But when she has to leave or when she goes to sleep
She’s mean to me to make sure that I don’t miss her.

…

Through the day she’s the kind of girl
That’s buying me flowers to make me feel better
But when she has to leave
So suddenly she says the meanest things
To make things easier

…

I want to tell her (I want to tell her)
That if I don’t see her again…
I want to tell her (I want to tell her)
She won’t be getting rid of me again
I want to tell her, but here I am, alone again
With my dick in my hand

Through the day she’s the kindest girl
But when she has to leave she’s mean
To make things easier
easier
easier