Please, lick the honey off my spoon Rip the bandage off my wound I don't need sweetness if it's turning sour There's no good angle for bad news Every twist and every turn Every nuance in your words That move away from the very essence Will hit harder on return Why don't you spit it out? Why don't you spill the truth? Don't wrap it up in golden paper I only want you to be cruel So be the Monday of my week Be the blood on my white sheets In the long run it's a tiny detail That won't deprive my sleep Why don't you spit it out? Why don't you spill the truth? No more bad excuses Muster courage and be cruel It's time to let your mask fall off Or I will call your bluff Don't wrap it up in golden paper I only want you to be cruel