billy w. band tee

Calling all indie bitches to the real black market
Getaway van, you know they had to cop it
Balaclava, needles from the second floor
Motel next door
But these kids are poor

Don't give the world your heart, I'm confident they'll drop it
Cigarette smoke from Clinton's run in office
All I know is babydoll, these clothes are cheap
Smell like last week
No moths at least

Bill, I'm sorry for the way I treated you
The way I scammed you and I lied and cheated you
Bill, I'm sorry, but you're such a trick
And I'm such a bitch
With these A1 tits

Bill, I'm sorry and I think you're really cool
Think you're really cool, think you're really cool
Bill, I'm sorry and I think you're really
I think you're really
(Bill, I'm sorry)

Rot my brain with my own tunes and let it bake
You'd fuck me over too if it meant you'd go to heaven
So many guitar party dudes creeping these days
You'd fuck me over too if it meant that you'd be let in

Bill, I'm sorry for the way I treated you
The way I scammed you and I lied and cheated you
Bill, I'm sorry, but you're such a trick
And I'm such a bitch
With these A1 tits

Bill, I'm sorry for the way I treated you
The way I scammed you and I lied and cheated you
Bill, I'm sorry, but you're such a trick
And I'm such a bitch
With these A1 tits

(Bill, I'm sorry)



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Writer(s): I. Colacchio
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