Do I make myself clear when I say that I don’t want you no more?
Those scars remain ‘till today that you’ve opened with your nails
Your kiss just make me want you again
Don’t come bother me with your mistaken fools
No I don’t want you no more, did I made myself clear?

Why do we have to be so clear?
Why do we have to answer all that they ask
She makes me good, she makes good

She wants me bad, so bad as dead
She makes me good, better than it would
She wants me bad, so bad as dead
Why do we have to be so clear?
Why do we have to answer all that they ask