Daddy bought you like a toy Mama taught you to be coy Make your bed down in the dirt Bow your head, lift your skirt
From your lips to my ears All down through your tender ears A poor little rich girl, junk food heiress Born in forth world, raised in Paris Well, listen honey, screwed the money, I want you
Something changed you, laid you low your senses, made you slow Wrote your name down in the book State the claim on how do you look
I can't blame you if you think that Tie you to the kitchen sink Drain your pockets, drink your blood Drag you through the muck and mud Must be said, you made your bed but I want you
It's the way your hair falls in your face And the way you move from place to place It's the way you wear your curse As if there could be something worse than
Trapped inside a glass house dying Waiting for the bricks to fly Oh my, my, my
So he left you with no God Trapped behind that cracked facade Had for a woman have a heart Not too down, not too smart
I will have once something clicks Eat you like a ton of bricks And circumstances been to break you Why, oh why would God forsake you? Vis-a-vis, him or me, I want you
baby, I don't care, I want youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
