I gave him head On his teenage bed Didn't want to But I never said Chorus His strawberry flavour words Are turning me, drawing me I wake up feeling cheap And beginning to bleed And I don't know how, and I don't know why I feel so cheap Wanna please But begin to freeze Can't wait to go Chance I gotta seize Chorus In his Ford Feeling clawed My bleeding Makes me feel whored Chorus x 2 1st verse repeated