They're coming Everybody, Piggyback and don't let go My god is silly puddy Pretty pets Petty pistols
I've got an opinion, So gimmie that and don't listen I've got an opinion so hold me back oh baby "OH MY GOD"
Eyesores and a photograph Pretty pets, petty pistols I'm all about the down and out twist and shout
Swing me ‘round Whore me out like a big shot holiday
Hey, come on everybody Piggyback and don't let go My god's my little buddy This is god and this is gun
I've got an opinion, So gimmie that and don't listen I've got an opinion so hold me back oh baby "OH MY GOD"
Sweet hearts and a war head Goody bags, good intentions Pain for pound, But not aloud A dirty little mouth
Swing me ‘round Whore me out like a big shot holiday Swing me ‘round Majestic like the mirror, a cock, and the fist
I'll be god damned like the force fed I'll be hard pressed and hard to bare I'll be all the tinsel time and I'll be out of line I'm the whore without the doubt All the spill without the spout Your little faggot kiss and pout Inside out
Scream my piece and beg from the knees to your fancy None of the ought to be; all the fist
…and I'll sing Stir with a stick, lick fingers and gold Your time is fixed and bought with the sold Look at you dear, ripe in the cold Candied fit, I can feel it
Licked, fixed, and fucked
How sweetly feared I'm between So we'll be tears And I'll sing
Licked, fixed, and fucked Licked, fixed, and fucked
The lipstick's smeared Oh darling The lilies wilt around me
Sharp skin and a valentine Naked and bleeding all the paradise in me Six holes and an alibi on plastic sheets and the violent everything's
Speak softly like you'd never lied Sing like an afternoon sunshine
It's my party Call your lovers bitter sexist menstrual fairies better to be happy than be mine Oh joy
So strip slowly, show me ugly, honesty and nice A bit of mess and feast of light Whether tempers break December I'm never bleak in better times My little piece; less hopeful, bitter, happy, loveless, mine
Speak softly like you'd never lied Sing like an afternoon sunshine
It's my party Call your lovers Bitter, sexist, menstrual fairies better to be happy than be mine Oh joy
Am I condescending? How perfectly calloused as we weep for the dead A penny for solace A crease for your tear Swerve like a bitch at the wheel A sloppy suck on your riddle I'd be a candid play for the words & prose "til the end" when we'll come around
Speak softly like you'd never lied Sing like an afternoon sunshine
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