Your specialty is not eroticism
I guess your boyfriend's into masochism
Your body temperature is 10 below
When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
It's me myself is just a game you played
You do exactly what your parents say
If that's identity then "Bird" can't blow
When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
All those books upon your shelf
Did they teach you how to cure yourself
Not even Sigmund Freud could save you from the love you destroyed
It wasn't hard to make the big decision
My life with you was like a bad collision
Just like a river now I'm free to flow
When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over