How is the sex, love?
I hope it's the best of him
And how does it feel, love
Not knowing where he's been?

And it hurts more with every breath
And more than that, baby, I miss you to death

How is your soul, girl?
I hope it's not burning in your head
And how does he talk, girl
When your both lying in his bed?

And it burns more with every breath
And more than that baby I miss you to death