I'm not such a good lover I'm a better talker So when you touch me there I'm scared that you'll see Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I don't love myself
And there are things these days That can help you through a phase Like food & health & fear I prefer the beer Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself
Oh when the cityscape is born From the ocean floor It speaks its native tongue Physical, subliminal Not the way that it left you cold But the way that you left yourself
When the Moon falls from the Earth When the Sun, it fills its girth And I know we'll go howl at the night But still the sun will not hide our fight
Oh, I laugh a lot But that's just a plot I found a way to make the night stay Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself
It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so
It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so
Ah, it was Oprah On the TV show She told me so
Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I love myself
