Her heart is in my hand
  It shivers like a toad
  She tries to understand the
  Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
  It goes
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  
  Her head is in my lap
  It twists and coughs and sings
  Her hair is in my grasp
  It hangs and swings like swollen strings
  It goes
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  
  Her face is inside out
  An open book report
  I read what she's about
  And she's filled with words that hurt
  It goes
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  
  Sometimes I want her in
  Sometimes I want her out
  My perception of sin
  Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
  
  She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
  No no, I'm not who you think I am
  She she, she isn't my girlfriend
  No no, I'm not who you think I am
  
  Her clothes are on the ground
  A crumpled rainbow mass
  She's scattered all around
  And she's scattered now like broken glass
  It goes
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  Suck suck
  
  Sometimes I want her in
  Sometimes I want her out
  My perception of sin
  Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
  
  She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
  No no, I'm not who you think I am
  She she, she isn't my girlfriend
  No no, I'm not who you think I am
  
  She she, she isn't my girlfriend