Lyrics:

Your specialty is not eroticismI guess your boyfriend''s into masochismYour body temperature is ten below...When it''s over, it''s over...This Me-Myself is just a game you playYou do exactly what your parents sayIf that''s identity then Bird can''t blow...When it''s over, it''s over...All those books up on your shelf...Did they teach you how to cure yourself?Not even Sigmund FreudCan save you from the love you destroyedIt wasn''t hard to make that big decisionMy life with you was like a bad collisionJust like a river, now I''m free to flow...When it''s over, it''s over...