Portrait of a Female Cruel Youth

[Intro]
I wish I don’t need you
I’ve been so deprived
Boy, when I’m with you
My hands are tied
My hands are tied

[Verse 1]
No Stockholm Syndrome
Full well you’re the devil
In disguise, feels right
Locked in your chains of love
Now I’m so miserable
When I'm free I just suffer
Too much, not enough
Locked in your chains

[Refrain]
It ain’t love if it don’t hurt
No safety word

[Chorus]
I wish I don’t need you
I’ve been so deprived
Boy, when I’m with you
My hands are tied
My hands are tied
Literally, literally, hopefully
To the bedpost
My hands are tied
Literally, literally, unconditionally
My hands are tied
My hands are tied