pity the poor girl

[sissorpaperrock]

well is that you in front of me?
coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
Well I crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
You see I've got this disease I can't shake
And I'm just rattling through life
And you are not ill
And I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair
Just you and me
We'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
well is that you in front of me?
coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg