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 of my tears 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 Oh, you don't really love me, boy Oh, no yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh You don't really, you don't really You don't really love me Is it evil, is it foul play Baby, ooh You don't really You don't really love me You don't really love me