| Lackey Max Martin, 1999 This is the story of a girl named Lackey Early morning she wakes up Knock knock knock on the door It's time for make-up, perfect smile It's you that he's waiting for They go "Isn't she sucky this dutiful girl?" And they say "She's his lackey, she's a whore" But she cry cry cries 'cause she's nothing more Thinking "If he doesn't want me in his life Then why does he call every night?" Lost in his problems, drowned in her dreams But there's no one there when she wakes up And the world is spinning and she keeps on giving But tell me what happens when it stops They go "Isn't she sucky this dutiful girl?" And they say "She's his lackey, she's a whore" But she cry cry cries 'cause she's nothing more Thinking "If he doesn't want me in his life Then why does he call every night?" "Isn't she sucky, this desperate girl?" She is his lackey and that makes her cry Why if there's nothing missing in her life Why do tears come at night? And they say "She's his lackey, she's a whore" But she cry cry cries 'cause she's nothing more Thinking "If he doesn't want me in his life Then why does he call every night?" "She's his lackey, she's a whore" But she cries 'cause she's nothing more Thinking "If he doesn't want me in his life Then why does he call every night?" back |