Stuart William Hagan

CHORUS

You're not the loving kind - (Yeah - eh -eh)

You've never met a man rich enough for you

You are the hurting kind - (Yeah - eh -eh)

You only want the pain of a broken heart

For you to feel good

You're not the loving kind

And the sand's of time run by

And then one day I'll see you

And see your aging tears pour through

You're not an ageless soul

You're not an ageless soul

You're not an ageless soul

You're not an ageless soul

You're not an ageless soul

The truth is on your face

It speaks of the lies you've told

The men you've used away

And the power you like to hold

You are a beauty queen

You think you're a gift to men

You like to see how you're loved

And have it shown again and again

Your mirror worships you

As you look in your eyes

And then you paint your image pure

As you prepare to bring tears to eyes

CHORUS

You're not the loving kind - (Yeah - eh -eh)

You've never met a man rich enough for you

You are the hurting kind - (Yeah - eh -eh)

You only want the pain of a broken heart

For you to feel good

You try to have your way

In all that you do and say

You see yourself always white

That you can only do what's right

The world that you're living in

Is cruel to the ones that you've known

Of the hearts you've thrown away

Because your powers starting to grow

You are a living corpse

A plague that's a death to men

You like to feel how they're used

As your making love on your bed

The faces of the men you've touched

The faces of the men you've touched

And still you paint your image pure

As you colour your face for lust