I never wanted this suburban negativity.
All I ever wanted was just to be me.
But my Hunter plucked me down from an ancient cloud.
I forgot my addictions, he made me feel proud.
But I guess my dreams of domesticity
Would always come to an end,
As the drugs pulled me back, on them I depend.

So ruby red lipstick is this evening’s selection
With black liquid eyeliner applied with perfection.
A purple lace g-string, a matching basque
Ready to feed my habit by carrying out
Torrid tasks.

He pulled up one night as
I stood beneath the street lamp.
My curly dark hair was lank and damp.
He opened the car door, I thought it
was another filthy punter,
As I slid onto the cars leather seat
I turned and saw it was Hunter

I begged him to forgive me
His eyes ran over me with disgust.
He opened the car door, giving me
an aggressive push.
I wanted one last chance.
I wanted to make things right.
But my heart it burst and deflated
on that freezing night.
I can never have Hunter, no never
not on your life.

So I pump more drugs into my veins
till they feel tight enough to sever.
I hope that tomorrow will maybe better.
But in my heart will he love me no, no never.
I will never get that soul love letter.

Ruby red lipstick will be the evening’s selection,
Black liquid eyeliner harder to apply with perfection.
Ripped purple g-string, matching frayed basque.
Chasing the dragon, escaping my past