Playing Dead
And One
Shivering hands between her thighs
Surrounded by the people she prefers
Backstage party, hungry eyes
Staring at the bands right next to her
Is this supposed to be the night
But something seems to bother her inside
She feels no pain at all
Coming across as strange and small
When every star is gone, and lights turn into red
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead
She's got no self control
A beauty with an empty soul
There must be something wrong
When chicks are playing dead
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead
Naked legs around his hips
Surrounded by some bottles of champagne
Thirsty bodies, hungry lips
Looking for a taxi in the rain
She feels no pain at all
Coming across as strange and small
When every star is gone, and lights turn into red
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead
She's got no self control
A beauty with an empty soul
There must be something wrong
When chicks are playing dead
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead