Will you speak to me?
With that halo on your head
Goddess, Angel, Witch
I never know the difference
Embrace the loss
And find your cross
And show them who can carry on
You know the score
It’s all as before
The only thing that changes is your mind
I don’t recognise you now
You’re not my type
Kneel to your allure
Like the weak and destitute
Devil, Satan, Priest
I never know the difference
Embrace the loss
And find your cross
And show them who can carry on
You know the score
It’s as before
The only thing that changes is your mind
I don’t recognise you now
You’re not my type
Look at you
You can’t have started like this
I feel for you
You can’t have started out this way
I don’t recognise you now
You’re not my type
