I Know You're Fucking Someone Else - Type O Negative

Trust and you will be trusted,

says the liar to the fool

Lust and so what if you’re busted?

In love and war there ain’t no rules

Do you believe in forever?

I don’t even believe in tomorrow

The only thing that lasts forever

are memories and sorrow

Out of sight out of mind

The motto of betrayal

The prophets preach to forgive and forget

I’m sorry but I am unable

You went to L’amour Saturday night

Red nails and lipstick,

dressed two sizes too tight

His tongue down your throat his hand up your skirt

Yeah I’m a man, but it still hurts

Slut, whore, cunt

You had cock on your mind and cum on you’re breath

Inserted that diaphragm before you left

Practicing freelance gynecology

Where there’s a womb there’s a way

With you it’s for free

Slut, whore, cunt

Done it before, so many times

Refused to learn your lesson

Gave till it hurt, thought it was right

Only fools make mistakes twice

So you sit home drinking alone

Empty bottle in your hand

Don’t even try to sort out the lies

It’s worse to try to understand

I know you’re fucking someone else