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Fuck you, that's what I said,
you freakin bitch, you whore,
God damn it.
Wanted to enjoy my drink,
but now I gotta
slam it.
You hit me with that shit
you hit me on and on
again,
I should have seen it coming
when you came (did you?)
and when,
You had that shit annoying grin
I hate so
on your lips,
and your left hand perched that way
(you know the way, yeah)
on your hips,
and your eyebrow cocked up cocky
like a bridge
over the water,
(by the way you guys I wish I hadn't waited,
should have shot her)
So you're lying there with me
and start this crap about
your feelings,
What the fuck bitch why not crawl
right under my skin like it's
peeling?
Can't we just enjoy the afterglow with
smokes and this here drink,
instead of talking lovey dovey,
Jesus Christ, I can't even think.
I'll tell you what, I'll marry you
Yeah, sure, if I'm ever able.
In the mean time bitch get out the bed,
your money's on the table.
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