I’m over this
I’m over being over this
I wrote you a song it goes like this
La la la la la, you’re such a bag of shit
I play cutesy, then act like a turbo bitch
I pull your tail jerk your strings, and make you twitch
I give you freedom with a blind fold and cigarette
I smoke the roses, ‘coz I’m the god of selfishness

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Daddy’s gunna buy you sky high boots
Stomp stomp stomp another hole in the roof
Follow me home and fuck me in your sky high boots
Stomp stomp stomp another hole in the roof

You won’t snuff me out anymore
From the hip, Through your heart, and slump of the floor
No really, i insist, please fuck yourself
Pretty please with a grenade on top fuck yourself
Everything will be ok as long as you keep buyin’
Inhale, hold it, exhale, stop trying
I don’t want to buy substance from you
Sorry, I thought you were a cop.

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Mother won’t approve
But the nuns really like it

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