123. 456. 123. 456.

You mistake me for some Southern goddess,
Some Delta girl done wrong,
But I'm fixin' to knock through whatever I have to
To stay silent and get gone.

One, two, three.
I hate me.
There's no one else who I know how to be.
Four, five, six.
Oh, your body makes me sick,
But don't take it away from me just yet.

There's no one I can think of
That I can stand less than you.
Don't you want to touch my hands before you go?

I think I'm confused.