You’ve got me swimming in circles, got me chasing my tail.
You’ve got me vowing my first-born child to the Devil,
And you’re making me swallow, making me swallow your fishing line.

And am I really a mermaid, a crazy mistake.
I said, Baby – could you lend me a hand,
Cause I’m sinking a little, sinking a little with every turn.

And I pray for a moonless night.

And I could rid myself of my bitter tears, if only I could be your baby.
All my misery shall surely disappear, if only I could be your baby.
And with the run of things, how could I know
I thought I would have been the Better Girl.

She must be quite the treat...

Your devilish smile is in my head, your cynical style, your Holy Bed,
And there’s always a reason, always are a son,
TO KEEP THAT NOTION OUT.

And I pray for a moonless night.

And I could rid myself of my bitter tears, if only I could be your baby.
All my misery shall surely disappear, if only I could be your baby.

And with the run of things, how could I know
Somebody help me understand
And with the run of things, how could I know
Somebody make this wanting end

And with the run of things, how could I know
I thought I would have been the Better Girl.

Your man – he got to me again.