Dead Boys

I don't need none of your two-bit machine love
And I don't need none of your tender back seat love
I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
Toy with your precious life
Wantcha to know, wantcha to know
Wantcha to know, I want you to know what love is
I don't need none of your bedroom bruised sweet box
And I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk
Wanna write on your face with my pretty knife