[Intro – Lonely clean electric guitar, deep distorted bass. Slow, heavy drums enter beneath sustained, dissonant synth drones.] [Verse 1 – Restrained and fragile. Sparse gothic guitar, low bass, minimal percussion.] She'd heard his name a thousand times And pictured how they'd finally meet She'd practiced every little word While lying wide awake beneath her sheets She straightened out her silver tie And tried to keep her trembling still She offered him her open hand And waited for the warmth she'd feel [Pre-Chorus – Guitar distortion creeps in. Drums become heavier. Tension rises.] He looked at her, then looked away And left her standing in the hall She felt a hundred watching eyes As all her courage turned so small [Chorus – Crushing distorted guitars, pounding drums, anguished melodic lead. Furious, almost breaking under the weight of the words.] The wrong sort of girl! Was that all she was to you? She gave you everything she dared And you tore her pride in two The wrong sort of girl! Too proud to let you see her cry She held her hand out one last second Then wished that she could die [Verse 2 – Darker, bitter guitar riff. Bass prominent. Anger replacing shock.] She laughed as though she didn't care And spat his name across the floor She called him every filthy thing Then fled behind the bedroom door She stared at fingers pale and small And wondered what she'd done so wrong She'd never felt so worthless Or held her tears inside so long [Chorus – Heavier and angrier. Distorted guitar harmonies underline the melody.] The wrong sort of girl! Was that all she was to you? She gave you everything she dared And you tore her pride in two The wrong sort of girl! Too proud to let you see her cry She held her hand out one last second Then wished that she could die [Bridge – Instrumentation falls to a single trembling clean guitar. Gradually builds into a furious wall of distorted guitars.] She'd make him pay for every tear For every night she'd lie awake She'd teach herself to hate his face And curse the hand he wouldn't take [Final Chorus – Maximum emotional intensity. Slow crushing guitars, anguished lead melody, pounding toms. The last lines are strained and desperate.] The wrong sort of girl! Was that all she was to you? She gave you everything she dared And you tore her pride in two The wrong sort of girl! Too proud to let you see her cry She held her hand out one last second Then wished that she could die [Outro – Instruments cut abruptly except for the original clean guitar motif. Slow final chord.] She never offered him her hand again.
