You Don’t Really Love Me

While I feel the warmth from my bubble bath
And that sweet taste of scented red wine
I would say I'm feeling so good

Am I thrilled or intoxicated?
Maybe drunk, maybe agitated
Or maybe I feel like a woman

I could feel like the worse woman in the universe
And cry, cry, cry all night
Blaming myself forever like I'm cursed
But ooh, you don't really love me
I could feel ashamed I could feel mortified
Lock myself inside a dark cave
And drown myself in all the tears I cried
But ooh, you don't really love me

It isn't love or infatuation
Maybe it's pure abomination
Or maybe I'm feeling myself

I might be seeking for retaliation
Or wiping off my fears and frustrations
Or maybe I take off and fly

I could feel like the worse woman in the universe
And cry, cry, cry all night
Blaming myself forever like I'm cursed
But ooh, you don't really love me
I could feel ashamed I could feel mortified
Lock myself inside a dark cave
And drown myself in all the tears I cried
But ooh, you don't really love me

Is it really wrong to feel this way?
Is it evil, is it foul play?
'Cause while I take another sip
Hmm, it feels damn right

Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
You don't really love me