Apparently it's me who's to blame, disgust crosses your face,
Etched with disdain. But where do I begin?
The guilt has come the sheets are dirty,

And I don't know her name.
There's no pillow talk that can brighten up the morning sky.


I have what I know you want but,
It feels dirty,
I've got what you haven't got but,

I'm still hurting,
When she screams I know she's hot and
Still I feel alone,

Cause when I'm done and shot,
Where's the pillow talk, the pillow talk?


The green eyes say hello, the sense she'll never,
Let you forget the %#@! she dragged you through,
The blue eyes said goodbye, but it happened oh so,

Long ago, I'd forgotten how it felt to cry,
I can't hear you, you don't sing me to sleep right now.


I have what I know you want but,
It feels dirty,
I've got what you haven't got but,

I'm still hurting,
When she screams I know she's hot and
Still I feel alone,

Cause when I'm done and shot,
Where's the pillow talk, the pillow talk?


So one more time, give me some credit, maybe I'll realise.

I have what I know you want but,

It feels dirty,
I've got what you haven't got but,
I'm still hurting,

When she screams I know she's hot and
Still I feel alone,
Cause when I'm done and shot,

Where's the pillow talk, the pillow talk,
The pillow talk, the pillow talk?