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