Scared of being pretty
Room is dirty, mind is filthy
My dress curves clearly
At the waist
I don't curve my appetite
My dress curves clearly
At the waist
Only to stare and wonder
How you'd sound in bed
Your mama says I'm lazy
I'm no lady, just blood-thirsty
I make my drinks
Bitter and mean
So you'll puke on her daisies, baby
I like my boys bitter and mean
Only to stare and wonder
How you'd sound in bed
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