Threats Of Romance - Marilyn Manson

A girl is a man’s sickness

We all know the way it ends

No matter how many times we film it

The audience thinks

They’ve seen it for the first time

And things that are pretty

Are always kept behind glass

And someone like me

Someone like me can’t make it last

I like you damaged, but I need something left

Something for me, something for me to wreck

Something for me to wreck

You are my sickness

We all know the way it ends

No matter how we film it

The audience thinks

That they saw it for the first time

Things that are pretty

Are always kept behind glass

And someone like me

Someone like me can’t make it last

I like you damaged, but I need something left

Something for me, something for me to wreck

I like you damaged, but I need something left

Something for me, something for me to wreck

Something for me to wreck

Something for me to wreck

My seed would have made new fruit

And you could have been a tree

I could have cut you down

Or just let you be

Because things that are pretty

Are always kept behind glass

And someone like me

Someone like me can’t make it last

I like you damaged, I like you damaged

I like you damaged, I like you damaged

I like you damaged, I like you damaged

Damaged, I like you damaged