Is this really what you want
To find a curse, not a clock ?
'Cause I could be that clock
I could be that clock
That you hate so much
But the glancing never stops
Then the pain kicks in
As we celebrate our sins
The day I lost my cool
The day I lost my cool
I saw the ill in me and the saint in you

Oh, oh, oh she will
Oh, oh, oh she will
Pull me to the left
Drag me to the right
But the pleasure is all mine

What do you want me to say ?
I fucked you over again
I won't apologise
I won't apologise
For something that you feel is ... I denied

Oh, oh, oh she will
Oh, oh, oh she will
Pull me to the left
Drag me to the right
But the pleasure is all mine
Oh, oh, oh I will
Oh, oh, oh I will
Push you to the left
Tell you I'm alright
And if it burns you inside
Then the pleasure is all mine
All mine
All mine

Oh, oh, oh she will
Oh, oh, oh she will
Pull me to the left
Drag me to the right
And if it burns you inside
Then the pleasure is all mine