Cheap

	I gave him head
	On his teenage bed
	Didn't want to
	But I never said
	Chorus
	His strawberry flavour words
	Are turning me, drawing me
	I wake up feeling cheap
	And beginning to bleed
	And I don't know how, and I don't know why
	I feel so cheap
	Wanna please
	But begin to freeze
	Can't wait to go
	Chance I gotta seize
	Chorus
	In his Ford
	Feeling clawed
	My bleeding
	Makes me feel whored
	Chorus x 2
	1st verse repeated