I could have fixed it so you'll never get old I could have turned all your trinkets into 24 carat gold Now you're burning all your bridges just to watch the flames I'm so tired of hearing you calling me names You tried to fool me but I knew you too well Wore your lust like an eggstain on my lapel Cardboard and blue cellophane is just not enough For being left alone and treated so rough No that's not enough For being treated so rough That's not enough For being treated so rough Now when I touch you, you're too cold to hold I could have fixed it so you'll never get old Pink roses and a p*ssycat, is that all I get? Don't even come close to squaring your debt No that's not enough For being treated so rough That's not enough For being treated so rough