Lletres: The Cure. Three Imaginary Boys. Meathook.

I went into the butchers
I said wanted, wanted, wanted some meat
Pass me some of that steak over there
It looks so sweet

I lost my heart to a meathook

That butcher man was some lady
He really stole my heart
He hung me up on his meathook
A real piece of slaughter house art

I lost my heart to a meathook

There's a meathook in my heart
Tearing me all apart
Ripping out my insides, but I just can't get away
I can't leave my meathook