Shivering hands between her thighs Surrounded by the people she prefers Backstage party hungry eyes Staring at the bands right next to her This is supposed to be the night But something seems to bother her inside
She feels no pain at all Coming across the strange and small When every star is gone And lights turn into red She cuts herself raw Playing dead
She's got no self control A beauty with an empty soul There must be something wrong When chicks are playing dead She cuts herself raw Playing dead
Naked legs around his hips Surrounded by some bottles of champagne Thirsty bodies hungry lips Looking for a taxi in the rain
She feels no pain at all Coming across the strange and small When every star is gone And lights turn into red She cuts herself raw Playing dead
She's got no self control A beauty with an empty soul There must be something wrong When chicks are playing dead She cuts herself raw Playing dead