Lover I Don't Have To Love
Bettie Serveert · Attagirl [2006]
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
Now it's up the stairs,
And out of here. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
When I asked your name;
You asked the time.
Well it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been here before.
I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesnt talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought I'd meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
I've got the money
If you've got the time.
You said, "It feels good."
I said "I'll give it a try."
Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where your car was parked.
So let's just take the train.
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors, with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the van is leaving
Let's just keep touching,
Let's just keep...keep on singing
I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need a meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
Now it's up the stairs,
And out of here. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
When I asked your name;
You asked the time.
Well it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been here before.
I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesnt talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought I'd meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
I've got the money
If you've got the time.
You said, "It feels good."
I said "I'll give it a try."
Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where your car was parked.
So let's just take the train.
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors, with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the van is leaving
Let's just keep touching,
Let's just keep...keep on singing
I want a lover I don't have to love,
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need a meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
Lover I Don't Have To Love
Released on the 2006 album Attagirl, 'Lover I Don't Have To Love' stands as a defining track in the discography of Bettie Serveert. The song exemplifies the band's signature blend of indie pop and dance-punk, characterized by driving rhythms and emotive vocals that capture the restless energy of the mid-2000s scene. As a central piece on Attagirl, the recording showcases Serveert's ability to craft anthemic melodies that resonate with themes of relationship dynamics and personal autonomy. The track has since become a staple in their live performances and a touchstone for fans of the genre, reflecting the band's enduring influence on the independent music landscape of that era.

