The White House - Told lyrics

I don't believe you Not for a second But I want to I want to hear what you have to say I really want to believe But you're a bad liar Arch your back Tell me why you return What do you think I wanna see? What kind of pig are you? Arch that back What kind of pig would do that? Come on, who*e, con me Come on, con me Make me believe you Show some decorum Bend over What were you thinking? When you let him come in your mouth? When you bled onto his co*k? When you begged him to stop? Tell me again About your sister The pain And about your therapy And the prozac And the stitches And the photos And your interview And the phantom pain Tell me again, dear Tell me again I like the stories Tell me I can trust you Tell me I promise I'll listen Tell me while you dance