Sadie -

Sadie wants what she wants

Sadie goes where she goes

Sadie does what she needs

And I don’t even care about her

Sadie calls who she wants

Sadie leaves.

She just goes

Sadie chose to forget

And I don’t even care about her

Sadie plays by her rules

Sadie’s always so cool

Sadie knows what I want

But I don’t even care about her

Sadie meets with her friends

Sadie’s got th moxy

Sadie never forgts

But I don’t even care about her

Once in awhile

It’s a spark of the eye;

flick of the wrist

Twice a look back

It’s a shot in the gut;

stuck in a rut

But I wasn’t ready

Sadie’s a sadist

I love the way she makes me feel

I can’t explain

I love it when I’m shaking

I think I like the pain

I love it in her voice

I somehow come alive

I love the lonely nights

I think I like the game

You will state your sins and confess to the rebellion against no one’s will

Watching the suffering of the universe at the palms of your hands

When your elements break laws — rip with judgemental flaws

Sadie, you’re a sadist, and you pleasure yourself with human suffering

Pray

Sadie’s got it all down

Sadie makes her own cash

Sadie likes to get drunk

But I don’t even care about her

Sadie likes to go out

Sadie’s figured it out

Sadie struts like a fox

But I don’t even care about her

Once in awhile

It’s a spark of the eye;

flick of the wrist

Twice a look back

It’s a shot in the gut;

stuck in a rut

Once in awhile

It’s a spark of the eye;

flick of the wrist

Twice a look back

It’s a shot in the gut;

stuck in a rut

But I wasn’t ready

Sadie’s a sadist

I love the way she makes me feel

I can’t explain

I love it when I’m shaking

I think I like the pain

I love it in her voice

I somehow come alive

I love the lonely nights

I think I like the game

Sadie plays by her rules

Sadie’s always so cool

Sadie knows what I want

But I don’t even care about her

Sadie meets with her friends

Sadie’s got the moxy

Sadie never forgets

But I don’t even care about her

Once in awhile

It’s a spark of the eye;

flick of the wrist

Twice a look back

It’s a shot in the gut;

stuck in a rut

Once in awhile

It’s a spark of the eye;

flick of the wrist

Twice a look back

It’s a…