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Skinny Little Bitch
Starin' at the mirror In your desperation to disappear. & you would be oh so dumb to fuck with me 'Cause baby your much too young to end up with me. Your bedrooms walls are fallin' down & everyone can see you now Your bedroom walls they sell for cheap You lie, you lie alone You lie alone You never sleep Oh, you never sleep. Oh. Skinny Little Bitch Prayin' to the Lord Prayin' for some salvation 'Cause she's oh so bored. In my vile sex horror & my cheap drugs hell I am all the things you'll never live to tell. & you will never see the light I'll just obscure it out of spite Your just a nasty piece of work Come on, come on baby Come on baby, let it burn. Oh, baby, does it hurt? Born of foul creation Born of sour milk Cocaine filth. You staggered here on broken glass So I could kick your scrawny ass All the drugs & all the burns What a nasty, what a nasty, nasty piece of work. Oh, baby, does it hurt? Oh, baby, just go slower Oh, baby, just go lower. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. Skinny Little Bitch. |
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