[Storyteller.]

I used to know this girl
who gave her love away
to every guy she met;
with all the games they played,
she never seemed to cry,
she never got upset.
And one by one they came,
and one by one they left.

I thought that I could fix her
if she would let me in
but all of my advances
were shut down in the end.
When days turned into months,
I begged her to explain.
And this is what she sang:

"It's not like I'm a slut
or that I really like to f**k -
I just want every boy I see
to walk away with part of me,
until there's nothing left to hold,
until there's nothing left to hate.
I appreciate your help
but even you can't
save me from myself."