Dylan

Dylan Dylan
I wish that I could say you weren't the villain villain
All those diet cigs you smoke are killin' killin'
Your lungs

Dylan Dylan
I know you think that you are pretty thrillin' thrillin'
Cause you dye your hair every week and you're fillin' fillin'
All your cups

Dylan Dylan
I think I need a shot of penicillin (-cillin)
You made me sick again and I'm just spillin' spillin'
All my guts

Dylan Dylan
You never act your age who are you foolin' foolin'
The soccer mom's a fake out are you willin' willin'
To say more

Aah

Dylan Dylan
The void you live in seems a bit chillin' chillin'
Haven't left in days and sit there drillin' drillin'
Holes for sun

Aah



Credits
Writer(s): June Kolentus
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