I sit here all alone
And I'm feeling green
I press play on your
Goddamn phone machine
His nasal whine
Follows me through the door
His teeth are so nice
They'd look good on the floor

You should've told me
They should've told me
Christ, you should've told me after all those years I spent
Praying to you on my knees in my room back in Palm Springs
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm-mmm

I pull your letter box
From beneath your bed
And I look through the letters
And all the lies he said
'Bout how he would taste you and tempt you and tease you
And twist you around like a circus balloon
Heal you, feel you
And take your ass out to the zoo

You should've told me
They should've told me
Christ, you should've told me after all those years I spent
Praying to you on my knees in my room back in Palm Springs
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm-mmm

I follow you
Down to the banks of the river
I pull my razor
From my boot as I shiver
You turn around a