Sadie wants what she wants.
Sadie goes where she goes.
Sadie does what she needs.
And I don’t even care about her.

Sadie calls who she wants.
Sadie leaves. She just goes.
Sadie chose to forget.
And I don’t even care about her.

Sadie plays by her rules.
Sadie’s always so cool.
Sadie knows what I want.
But I don't even care about her.

Sadie meets with her friends.
Sadie’s got the moxy.
Sadie never forgets.
But I don't even care about her.

Once in awhile,
It's a spark of the eye; flick of the wrist.
Twice a look back,
It's a shot in the gut; stuck in a rut.

But I wasn't ready.
Sadie’s a sadist.

I love the way she makes me feel.
I can’t explain.
I love it when I’m shaking.
I think I like the pain.

I love it in her voice.
I somehow come alive.
I love the lonely nights.
I think I like the game.

You will state your sins and confess to the rebellion against no one’s will,
Watching the suffering of the universe at the palms of your hands.
When your elements break laws rip with judgemental flaws.
Sadie, you’re a sadist, and you pleasure yourself with human suffering.

Pray.

Sadie's got it all down.
Sadie makes her own cash.
Sadie likes to get drunk.
But I don't even care about her.

Sadie likes to go out.
Sadie's figured it out.
Sadie struts like a fox.
But I don't even care about her.