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letra de trick baby - lydia lunch

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how bad you want it, when you can’t have it
and now you’re crying dying in your living h-ll
i played your mamma, i played your pappa
and now you get to play your motherf-cking self

you know you want it, you really need it
you bisy frying dying in your living h-ll
i’m not your mamma, i ain’t your pappa
now baby get stop play his motherf-cking self

how bad you want it, when you can’t have it
and now you’re crying dying in your living h-ll
i played your mamma, i played your pappa
and now you get to play your motherf-cking self

nothing left to lose
she’s got everything to fear
another phonebook full of reasons
skipping flying in your beer
save your motherf-cking bullsh-t
for another lousy day
watch this little pyssy flip you off
and than just walk away

begging for forgiveness
i suggest you save your breath
blowing hot air up my -ss
is that the way that you repent
you’re talking through your s-x
it’s got nothing left to say
find another d-ck tomorrow
and i’ll f-ck this blues away

sick of all skeezing
bullsh-t artist petty thief
find a hardcore chippy junkie
take our hustle to the street
pack all your baggage
spare the psychodrama scenes
you been lying and conniving
and you wonder why i’am mean

nothing left to lose
since you threw your life away
won’t be singing at your funeral
i’ll be dancing on your grave
save your motherf-cking bullsh-t
for another lousy day
watch this little p-ssy flip you off
and then just walk away

want it, but you can’t have it
and now you’re crying dying in your living h-ll
i played your mamma, i played your pappa
and now you get to play your motherf-cking self

you know you want it, you really need it
you bisy frying dying in your living h-ll
i’m ain’t your mamma!

hey, trick baby, you done gone stir crazy
i’ll be grinning slim once you hit that
greyhound station on the corner
got your name written all over it
godd-mn judas b-tch twenty nine dollars take your yellow -ss
all the way back to lackawanna
skull f-cked a thousand and one ways to sunday
trick baby, don’t croak no one while sleep walking
get this arson out of your heart
you know where to find me

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