Bitch
Oh, I get it
You wanna run my life
Why don't you stick an antenna up my ass
And make me your own satellite
You bitch
Why the hell you gotta make it so damn tough
I could find a cure for cancer
But it would not be enough
You seem
To think
That I'm a money tree
Since your only big concern is
"How much will he spend on me?"
That's it
I've had it
I can't take anymore
If you can't see that you're wrong
I can show you to the door
Tell me what do you want from me
(My body, my soul?
Is there any relief for me
(From you? Hell no.)
Oh, I get it
You wanna run my life
Why don't you stick an antenna up my ass
And make me your own satellite
You bitch
Why the hell you gotta make it so damn tough
I could find a cure for cancer
But it would not be enough
You seem
To think
That I'm a money tree
Since your only big concern is
"How much will he spend on me?"
That's it
I've had it
I can't take anymore
If you can't see that you're wrong
I can show you to the door
Tell me what do you want from me
(My body, my soul?
Is there any relief for me
(From you? Hell no.)
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