Pygmalion

I've never heard you talk that way
Come here and say it to my face, my face
My pretty face
I know that look in your eyes
You really know how to twist up my insides
My insides
Bury the fury, in your fists
Chiseled in my breast
Chiseled in my breast
Go on, Pygmalion
Go on, drive it in
I see it, I see it
I see it for what it is
For what it is
For what it is
For what it is