Sick of the lies that you're slinging
Child of the cries that you're singing
Left to the cold I leave you
To keep f*cking up all that you do
No more, no more, I said no more no more no more
Tears for you
Mister Big Shot try to woo me
Think that I'm not clever, that I cant see
But I have intuition I'm probably
The toughest woman you'll ever meet, honey