Lyrics:

His hand, his love
That guy, that boy
His voice was like a hand between my legs
Front seat of his Bronco, cruising down La Brea, babe
And I worship the myth I made outta you
His eyes were like gold in the sun
Pretty like summer, rich like a son of a bitch
And I worship the myth I made outta you
I was on my knees in his bedroom, giving him head
(He says, I'm the best at it)
He lied to me, broke the one rule I can't forgive
(Think this guy's gotta death wish)
Guess I'm not the girl you'd thought I'd be
(You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself)
I know that I look sweet, but I bite, baby
(You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself)
I loved him like an angel on cocaine
Pure in the heart, and now pure in the rage
'Cause I worship the myth I made outta you
And my heart was like a paper you would roll
Light it on fire, getting half from my soul
'Cause I worship the myth I made outta you
I was on my knees in his bedroom, giving him head
(He says, I'm the best at it)
He lied to me, broke the one I can't forgive
(Think this guy's gotta death wish)
Guess I'm not the girl you'd thought I'd be
(You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself)
I know that I look sweet, but I bite, baby
(You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself)
I'm so fucking evil, ask the preacher, ask the people
Ask that ex that fucking tried me, in a ditch somewhere behind me
I guess I'm not the girl you'd thought I'd be
(You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself)
Hekate, Hekate, Hekate, Hekate
Hekate, Hekate, Hekate, Hekate
Hekate, Hekate, Hekate, Hekate
Hekate, Hekate, Hekate, Hekate
His voice was like a hand between my legs
Front seat of his Bronco, cruising down La Brea, babe
I cursed it
The myth I made outta you