(Bitch)

No one gets to touch this body
I won't ever let them
On the hunt and no one saw me
You can bet I saw them

Run, run, you son of a gun
I got my finger on the trigger
And I'm looking for some fun
It's cool dude, don't be so rude
I got 42 teeth and a b

I serve my head on a platter
Wish I were dead, by now what does it matter?
Make your amends, prepare for the slaughter
Taste my revenge
Cause if these walls could talk
Maybe he wouldn't bother me
Bet you thought I'd be a pretty pearly white dream
Bet the sound is heav

Tell me what’d you get yourself into
It’s not like I’m gonna stay with you
The demons in my head
I bring 'em all to bed
Tuck 'em in the sheets
Let 'em dance 'tween our feet
Baby's all dressed up in white
Crazy girl knows what I like
Lover, haven’t you heard?
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