You look like a f*cking bat, you old slut
I really loathe vulgarity, so common
Your disgraceful cellulitus
You'll never be the same again
F*cking stereotype
You take just like a c*nt
C*nt f*cks just like a c*nt
You ache just like a c*nt
You break just like a c*nt
A c*nt like you
F*cking stereotype
Listen to the sound of being alive
Look at yourself, c*nt
Wrap up
Pull yourself together
You're a f*cking mess
You're a f*cking disgrace
C*nt
And still you're saying nothing happened?
While that dog looks at you
He's glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage
Wizening old tit
Attraction
You must be f*cking joking, c*nt
And as for those ridicolous shoes
Always too much perfume
Always too much plaster
Yes, that dog looks at you
In fascinated repulsion
Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted
Because nothing in the world could possibly compare
To holding
His sweet little daughter's hand
Could it?
C*nt
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You look like a f*cking bat, you old slut
I really loathe vulgarity, so common
Your disgraceful cellulitus
You'll never be the same again
F*cking stereotype
You take just like a c*nt
C*nt f*cks just like a c*nt
You ache just like a c*nt
You break just like a c*nt
A c*nt like you
F*cking stereotype
Listen to the sound of being alive
Look at yourself, c*nt
Wrap up
Pull yourself together
You're a f*cking mess
You're a f*cking disgrace
C*nt
And still you're saying nothing happened?
While that dog looks at you
He's glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage
Wizening old tit
Attraction
You must be f*cking joking, c*nt
And as for those ridicolous shoes
Always too much perfume
Always too much plaster
Yes, that dog looks at you
In fascinated repulsion
Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted
Because nothing in the world could possibly compare
To holding
His sweet little daughter's hand
Could it?
C*nt
I really loathe vulgarity, so common
Your disgraceful cellulitus
You'll never be the same again
F*cking stereotype
You take just like a c*nt
C*nt f*cks just like a c*nt
You ache just like a c*nt
You break just like a c*nt
A c*nt like you
F*cking stereotype
Listen to the sound of being alive
Look at yourself, c*nt
Wrap up
Pull yourself together
You're a f*cking mess
You're a f*cking disgrace
C*nt
And still you're saying nothing happened?
While that dog looks at you
He's glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage
Wizening old tit
Attraction
You must be f*cking joking, c*nt
And as for those ridicolous shoes
Always too much perfume
Always too much plaster
Yes, that dog looks at you
In fascinated repulsion
Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted
Because nothing in the world could possibly compare
To holding
His sweet little daughter's hand
Could it?
C*nt