Tara King Th. - Hating Your Guts | Текст песни

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• Tara King Th.
• Hating Your Guts

I hate your name,
I hate your face too
These small manners
And your Liquid languor

I hate your taste
I hate your flavour
Your Clammy hands
And your cauliflower ears

And I think You’re so weak
So Vicious and deceitful
Arrogant, always eager to betray

And I can hardly breathe next to
Your fucking pathetic joy of living
You’re a goad



Don’t hide yourself…
Come on up here
So I can face your fucking cowardice
I can see your shaking, trembling, shivering hands,
(Your) face, red with embarrassment

Inside I’m quietly but decidedly hating your guts
You are so thick
You’re not my friend, so stop pretending !
With Your overzealous helping hands

And you think i should do…
And you think they are…