Triple 7

Don't you know I've always been this way?
I look to you through the workweek
And I love a man in uniform
'Cause he loves me like a slot machine
From the valley of loose women
In the cruel light of morning

Call out my name
Like something from the bottom of a well
How I want, how I need
How I cling to your sleeves
'Til they're like lacerated sails
But in the night, I am someone else

Don't you know it's always been the same?
A pure woman's hard to find
To come by these days
And I know the looks of urge and scorn
And I know the role I'm meant to play
The role of the other woman
Who will spend her life longing

Call out my name
Like something from the bottom of a well
How I want, how I need
How I cling to your sleeves
'Til they're all fucked beyond repair
But in the night, I am someone else
Yes, in the night, I am someone else
Oh, in the night, I am someone else