Guts

Don't talk to me girl
You know it's not nice
Don't laugh at murder
I won't pay the price
The facts are to high powered
It's such a big thrill
I'd do it myself because it makes you so ill
Blame bad things on me, Whatever you do
When I come home my world is different from you
You're such a chick tart
You're really dressed up
Don't wanna talk to you
Just left with your mum
Don't be a puppet
Always rush you around
One just for your photo
Try and tie me down
I won't tell him I talk like this all night
He must be worried
Because you are acting so trite
Respect is only normal
The way to your lives
Ever tried to sleep around
Once I begged for a wife
Wouldn't have to change
You start acting that way
If we don't keep our heads alive
I'll never get a say
You know what's special
It's as black as I say
Can you see me, Just ourselves
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