Do I make myself clear when I say that I don’t want you no more? Those scars remain ‘till today that you’ve opened with your nails Your kiss just make me want you again Don’t come bother me with your mistaken fools No I don’t want you no more, did I made myself clear? Why do we have to be so clear? Why do we have to answer all that they ask She makes me good, she makes good She wants me bad, so bad as dead She makes me good, better than it would She wants me bad, so bad as dead Why do we have to be so clear? Why do we have to answer all that they ask