I expect a warning when you fall out of love with me
You seem decent enough, but I know at some point, you’ll leave
You tell me my routine:

Run the bathwater
Do as you oughta
Be a good daughter
Run the bathwater

I’ll write an apology when you fall out of love with me
After all, wasn’t it me who ate from the tree?

Run the bathwater (you choreograph me)
Do as you oughta (twist and turn me)
Be a good daughter (you pick from the Liberty Tree)
Run the bathwater

Thank God I love me
Thank God I love me
Thank God I love me
Thank God I love me

Drain the bathwater
I’m more than fodder
I’ll do what I want to
Fuck your bathwater