Lyrics:

Your specialty is not eroticism**lf**I guess your boyfriend''s into masochism**lf**Your body temperature is ten below...**lf**When it''s over, it''s over...**lf****lf**This Me-Myself is just a game you play**lf**You do exactly what your parents say**lf**If that''s identity then Bird can''t blow...**lf**When it''s over, it''s over...**lf****lf**All those books up on your shelf...**lf**Did they teach you how to cure yourself?**lf**Not even Sigmund Freud**lf**Can save you from the love you destroyed**lf****lf**It wasn''t hard to make that big decision**lf**My life with you was like a bad collision**lf**Just like a river, now I''m free to flow...**lf**When it''s over, it''s over...