Mac Lethal - Slut (Recorded at a motel in Fargo during a blizzard) | Текст песни

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She got a slutty side that she shows to everyone, she got a tender heart that she gives to everyone, I mean she falls in love with everyone because every time she sleeps with her man, she don’t ever come. I try to take her on a date, she don’t ever come. She married young, she’d rather be a tease so I fulfill her needs every Sunday, she tells me that she’s gonna go see a therapist, ONE DAY.
Yellow stain moon, dailated pupils and a vicious little swoon. Romance in June. Maroon sash. Our hotel room smells like cigarette ash and a perfume flash, heart shaped glass, table cloth velvet, full of gin and tonic with the ice cubes melted. Room service brought it and she put it to her lips. Said it tasted too strong and only took a couple sips but
She says she loves him but he’s full of so much drama, if she ever up and left him, she would crush him. He thinks she’ll stay until the world ends and he also thinks she’s staying with a girlfriend tonight but NO..

She got a slutty side that she shows to everyone, she got a tender heart that she gives to everyone, I mean she falls in love with everyone because every time she sleeps with her man, she don’t ever come and when he’s too drunk, he don’t ever come and when they got problems he tells everyone about how she wrongs him and fucks him over. She doesn’t even like to fuck him sober because
She got a slutty side that she shows to everyone, she got a tender heart that she gives to everyone, I mean she falls in love with everyone because every time she sleeps with her man, she don’t ever come. I try to take her on vacation but she won’t come, she don’t want a conversation just a slow tongue. I hug her and I hold hands, she don’t give a damn about me, she just loves it that I fuck her like a grown man.
They’ve grown apart. I’ve grown attached. Gasoline doused, walk away, throw a match, BOOM! She wants to juggle us with both hands. See I don’t cuddle, I don’t slow dance. I take a half moon, yellow like cautious, pin point pupils and a vicious little saga. Romance in August. Remorse and guilt couldn’t stop us. She tried to cut his ass off but she’s allergic to the saw dust.
He says he loves her so much that if he ever caught her cheating on him, he would have to crush her and he would kill the man she did it with.
Wait.
I think the story needs a little twist.
When they found me dead, in my pants pocket was a hotel matchbook with her number written on it, a couple hundred dollars and my patent leather wallet, two ticket stubs to a ____ concert.
See.
And at that show, I was kissing her ear lobe, standing in the front row and suddenly I saw through her slutty side and I asked her if she would let me come inside. She said, “Why the fuck you ruining this for? Once upon a time, I was your stupid little whore.” She just turned cold, it was brutal, it was war, she told me she couldn’t do this anymore and I realized,
She got a slutty side that she shows to everyone, she got a tender heart that she gives to everyone, I mean she falls in love with everyone but if you ever get attached, don’t make her feel forever young. She’s gonna bolt, she’s gonna walk, you’re forever done. You’re gonna feel the sharp pain in your head and lungs. She’s gonna crush ya, little fuckin’ pride, and find someone else to show her slutty side to.
You get it.