One more time.

Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With stories of a day gone by,
Of his lustful thoughts or wandering hand
In tandem with his midnight eye.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With the truth behind his mould,
That he climbs into everytime I leave,
How I long to believe that his hands are cold.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With anecdotes of the air hostess,
How he grazed with more than empty words
Her potent, branded chest.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With a promise: he was never true,
Tell me: he is fine, you are wasting time,
Girl, he was never in love with you.