I must be such a bore, you've got one eye on me, one eye fixed on the door You can't resist its pull, so go ahead and bow to the inevitable I still get my say, I've spent all day writing on your wall in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl, says, this ain't my number, and baby, don't call
And don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest? Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed? Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
Don't just stand around, if you're giving up then you're going down There's the plank, here's a tip - keep a hold of your valuables when jumping ship This is your reward, but where the party's at is overboard, and you're hunched and teetering on your heels, wondering how good drowning feels
Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest? Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed? Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
You don't even try, oh look, something's caught your eye And I bet you feel a shiver in your spine 'cause it's got to be gold, baby, if it shines And I got no line, I got no hook And it ain't mine, that bait you took I know your kind, and I know that look One part divine, and two parts crook
Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest? Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed? Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
