Sinad O'Connor — The Value of Ignorance

You smile And there's blood on your lips Your hands show again What your mouth has kissed Now I know something I did not know before The thing that you've destroyed Is a thing you liked me for All those nights with my arse in your face And your words in my dreams Now I know what the value of ignorance means The pain In the sordidness All the more choices I thought you'd be the best At least I know something About what's good and what hurts And I'm glad that I loath it You would have fucked me up worse All those nights with my arse in your face And your words in my dreams Now I know what the value of ignorance means All those nights with my arse in your face And your words in my dreams Now I know what the value of ignorance means Don't you ever lie to me again Because if you do I will not be your friend