Eat your words eat your heart out      Eat your words eat your heart out      There’s not much left       just my red dress      just this feeling    that I got      You made me a victim       in your Christmas kitchen      it’s my memory    it’s your loss      Bleu black    maybe you got something      but the flowers grew back      And was it familiar when you toched my sister      God I don’t think there’s a word for that      Blue black maybe you got something      but the flowers grew black      I gave it away whore for a day                      It’s so ugly I’m still breathing      But you never got my virgin heart                          It stayed locked up it’s still beating      Blue black maybe you got something      but the flowers grew black      Eat your words       eat your hat         Eat your words       eat your heart out      I never felt so clean you did the sin supreme      You never had a clue you can’t take it with you      I never felt so clean you did the sin supreme             You never had a clue you can’t take it with you.