One-eyed Jack, you just want what you can’t have
And I’m not at your buffet anymore
You just wanna dress me down
On your elevator, shoes of alligator

You probably get off to me crying for you
Not really sure if I’m supposed to
You probably still take ‘em to the Black Cat
So I’m not going back

You keep thinking bout my white denim
Grass stains on my knees, whatever helps you sleep
You keep thinking bout my cherry heaven
Untied with your teeth, whatever helps you sleep
Not next to me

The last three girls you fucked look just like me
Short black bangs and a camera in reach
You been living on TV
Wrote our story based on the idea of me

You never got a taste
That’s probably why you stay