She struts up to menShe whispers my name as if I know hernBut I never knew hernShe asks me the timenQuarter to one, we go for a drivenI just don't know hernnOn the coldest nightnIn the darkest roomnI will sleep alonenCause it's better than younYeah it's better than you nYou can't play me like that as a matter of factnYou're nothing more than a typical whorenAnd I wont be your fool anymorennWe go to her housenFlip on the tellie and lie on the couchnBut I don't feel her...anymorenShe asks me to bednThis is the end on my disenchantmentnNow that I'm walking out the doornnOn the coldest nightnIn the darkest roomnI will sleep alonenCause it's better than younYeah it's better than you nYou can't play me like that as a matter of factnYou're nothing more than a typical whorenAnd I wont be your fool anymorennMaybe someday you'll get itnPerhaps you'll regret itnOr maybe you'll find someone else who accepts itnI wont be the onenn(You can't play me like that as a matter of fact)n(You can't play me like that as a matter of fact)nnOn the coldest nightnIn the darkest roomnI will sleep alonenCause it's better than younYeah it's better than you nYou can't play me like that as a matter of factnYou're nothing more than a typical whorenAnd I wont be your fool anymorennMaybe someday you'll get itnPerhaps you'll regret itnOr maybe you'll find someone else who accepts itnI wont be the one