Tytuł: F.D.S.

• Wykonawca: Lunachicks
• Wyświetleń: 263

Your a
  Mental case,
  'bout time I smash your face
  Got a habit of steppin' out of line,
  Oh yeah, well here comes your time
  You're a damn disgrace,
  A total insult to the human race,
  Try and make me feel bad all the time
  Good thing your not my sign!
  You always want what you can't have,
  but baby, you can have me
  Your a
  Bleeding heart !
  Not even worth a fart
  Got the worst halitosis that I've smelled
  You can just go to hell
  Don't even start,
  gonna put you in a shopping cart,
  Gonna roll you down a steep hill
  And then I'll max and chill
  Baby you think you know better
  Why don't you go and knit a sweater!
  Can't have me, can't have me, can't have me
  Green green glods of greasy, grimy gopher guts
  Mutilated monkey guts,
  Chopped up little birties feet
  French fried eye balls rolling down the dirty street
  And I forgot my spoon!
  Only want what you can't have and babe
  What you can't have is me
  I don't care who you are
  What the fuck you want from me
  Dis me once, dis me twice
  I don't think that very nice
  Punch you in your stupid face
  I shit on you and It feels great !
  Can't have me! what you can't have!
  You always want what you can't have
  And baby, you can't have me