Concept

You don’t know who I am,

You’d explain me like rain-

Evaporation to precipitation,

Like that's all it is, like all we are is flesh and brain.

Of course I want your heart,

I asked all the important questions anyway.

Of course I’m your disposable part,

“What about you,” a phrase I’ve never heard you say!

A concept, a concept, all I’ll ever be,

A woman, a woman, drenched in gasoline,

Handing you matches to flick away,

But I know you love to play with fire, so I guess I’m to blame.

I know that you don’t care,

No, you don’t question the weather.

You drag your feet and you puff your air,

And sing a song to a woman who can give you pleasure.

So don’t be so sure

That when I see you it won’t be the last time.

I wanted all of you before,

Now you’re only on my mind when it’s past our bedtime!

A concept, a concept, all I’ll ever be,

A woman, a woman, drenched in gasoline,

Handing you matches to flick away,

But I know you love to play with fire, so I guess I’m to blame.

I gave you matches,

You know I only write on paper. 

Please take them ‘cause they’re pretty,

And not so you can burn me.

Please, take them ‘cause they’re pretty,

And not so you can burn me!

A concept, a concept, all I’ll ever be,

A woman, a woman, drenched in gasoline,

Handing you matches to flick away,

But I know you love to play with fire, so I guess I’m to blame.