Vice Grip

I hate the words
Of your mouth
Like a curse
When they come out
Like a gun
They come steal the ones you love
They come steal the fun
When they come out
I hate the words
Of your mouth

Arms around the ones you love are nice
Arms around the ones you love are nice
Arms around the ones you love are nice
Unless you hold them tight on their neck
Like a vice

I'm not the place for you
To send the blow of your rage
I know you want me
But I won't be held in a cage
I think you're beautiful in many ways
But everytime you come around
I get spat in the face
I think you're beautiful in many ways
But I see two sides in your face

Arms around the ones you love are nice
Arms around the ones you love are nice
Arms around the ones you love are nice
Unless you hold them tight on their neck
Like a vice

Like a vice grip
Like a vice grip
Don't let him slip
Oh no, don't let 'em go

Why you gonna do me
Why you gonna do me like that
Like a vice
Why you gonna do me
Don't do me like that
Like a vice
Why you gonna do me
Don't do me like that
Like a vice
Why you gonna do me
Don't do me like that
Like a vice



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Gene Montague Crawley, Valerie Josephine Trudel
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