You would make the prettiest of brides (Oh baby, I got you workin" Got you workin" from the nine to five)
You would make the prettiest rape victim (Oh baby, I got you workin" Got you workin" from the nine to five)
God damn, I hope I overdose Your mouth is open and better suits a bottle opener Than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off
I"d jab an ice pick in my eardrums If I could someday regain my hearing I envision (more, more, more) Snapping your neck (more, more, more) Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Milligram count: You’ve gone to far Diagnosis: Finally gone