Don't come home
I don't want you in my bed
Go to the apartment
in the West Village instead
I'll drop off your clothes
your mail and medication
I'm already on my way
heading to the station
Stuck on the F
there's a problem on the line
I couldn't be more stressed
I'm losing my mind
Up to the first floor
key in the front door
Nothing's ever gonna be
the same anymore
And that's when I realised
Something don't feel right
I didn't know
it was your pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
I always thought
it was a dojo dojo dojo
So am I looking at
a sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
Talk about a low blow
oh no oh no
I didn't know it was your
pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
I always thought
it was a dojo dojo dojo
So am I looking at
a sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
Talk about a low blow
low blow oh no
I found a shoebox
full of handwritten letters
From brokenhearted women
wishing you could
have been better
Sheets pulled off the bed
Strewn on all on the floor
Long black hair
probably from the night before
Duane Reade bag
with the handles tied
Sex toys butt plugs
lube inside
Hundreds of Trojans
you're so fucking broken
How'd I get caught up
in your double life
And that's when I realised
Something don't feel right
I didn't know
it was your pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
I always thought
it was a dojo dojo dojo
So am I looking
at a sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
Talk about a low blow
oh no oh no
I didn't know
it was your pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
I always thought
it was a dojo dojo dojo
So am I looking
at a sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
Talk about a low blow
low blow oh no
I didn't know
it was your pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
pussy palace
I always thought
it was a dojo dojo dojo
So am I looking at
a sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
sex addict
Talk about a low blow
oh no
oh no