Say you don't remember but we both know that you do
You think that we are through that's far from the truth
Sex under streetlights in the middle of it all
Twenty minutes later she got the phone call
I'm telling ya
She's f*cked in the head please God
She's f*cked in the head please God
She's f*cked in the head please God
All those prescriptions gone wrong
Pain in my head I'm taking two Panadol
Half a thing of whiskey not a care at all
Problematic bitch she's always blaming me
Screaming in the bedroom like a dirty banshee
I'm telling ya
She's f*cked in the head please God
She's f*cked in the head please God
She's f*cked in the head please God
All those prescriptions gone wrong