The Babysitter
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
But not for me
There's plastic in the water from Tel Aviv to Gaza
And the bodies are singing 'it's ok, we're biodegrading'
Excuse me, have you noticed
These drinks are laced with poison
The good stuff, they sold it
To those who can afford it
And I'm not rotating back, 'cause I've always got some cash
I don't need to count my footsteps
'cause your breadcrumbs are my trash
But it's ok, don't panic
I've hid plasters in the attic
So keep chewing sugar-free
'cause you like damage you can't see
Are you a slave to your biology?
It ain't that bad, is it? It's how it's meant to be
Are you surprised that it's hereditary?
Your grandma's post-trauma, your mother's cavities
Me oh-I'm the babysitter
But me, I'm the babysitter
I clean up all your litter
I do your dirty laundry
And keep your secrets hidden
I wash your floor and conscience
War crimes like smack now spotless
Squeaky-clean I'm sweet and honest
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
But not for me
When it's me on the street, it's not me that you meet
But when it's me that you meet no it's not me on the street
But me, I'm the babysitter
I coat your guns with glitter
I do your dirty laundry
And keep you point-precision
Your crimes look good on you
I make em look good on you
I make em look good for you
They won't want you when you get older
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
But not for me
There's plastic in the water from Tel Aviv to Gaza
And the bodies are singing 'it's ok, we're biodegrading'
Excuse me, have you noticed
These drinks are laced with poison
The good stuff, they sold it
To those who can afford it
And I'm not rotating back, 'cause I've always got some cash
I don't need to count my footsteps
'cause your breadcrumbs are my trash
But it's ok, don't panic
I've hid plasters in the attic
So keep chewing sugar-free
'cause you like damage you can't see
Are you a slave to your biology?
It ain't that bad, is it? It's how it's meant to be
Are you surprised that it's hereditary?
Your grandma's post-trauma, your mother's cavities
Me oh-I'm the babysitter
But me, I'm the babysitter
I clean up all your litter
I do your dirty laundry
And keep your secrets hidden
I wash your floor and conscience
War crimes like smack now spotless
Squeaky-clean I'm sweet and honest
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
But not for me
When it's me on the street, it's not me that you meet
But when it's me that you meet no it's not me on the street
But me, I'm the babysitter
I coat your guns with glitter
I do your dirty laundry
And keep you point-precision
Your crimes look good on you
I make em look good on you
I make em look good for you
They won't want you when you get older
Credits
Writer(s): Tamar Kaminsky, Adi Bronicki
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