Statistics

You're a wolf, you are. Dressed like a fox, Got me tied up in knots over you But I think that I'm just a flavor you crave on instinct, 'Cause you don't feel ashamed, But it won't make a difference. I've been wrong so many times. Let's be realistic, I'm only a statistic to you, And it hurts so deep inside. Maybe I'm sadistic, I love when you inflict it on me. You can take my time, 'Cause after all, well, The earth's just a ball that revolves around you. And all my friends and family try to warn me, But like a moth to flame, Darling, lead the way, 'Cause I'm afraid of change, So meet me in your bedroom. I've been wrong so many times. Let's be realistic, I'm only a statistic to you, And it hurts so deep inside. Maybe I'm sadistic, I can't get myself off of you. I'm only a statistic to you. I can't get myself off of... I just caught you like a disease. It's terminal and I'm going down. But you're a faith that's worse than death And I gotta get out of this mess. You're a wolf, you are. You are. (Only a statistic to you.) I've been wrong so many times. Let's be realistic, I'm only a statistic to you, And it hurts so deep inside. Maybe I'm sadistic, I can't get myself off of you. I'm only a statistic to you. I think I'm addicted to you.