The old clock chimes its hours
The old king exerts his powers...

Oh, sorry, babe, but you’re not
The chick we all think is hot...

There are people who
Say you’re a poser...

I’ve gone through the pain and suffering,
I’ve handled the mockeries and insults...

I feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck,
I feel your fingers brushing my spine...

You ask me if I love you
And I turn my face away...