Huh

There's only three things he wouldn't do for money
One
Two
Me

There's only three things he wouldn't do for money
I said I don't give a fuck babe can u just love me
Hate the things that make me sick so I don't have to
And we'll pretend that it's not oh so very sick of me to ask you

Huh
Huh
Huh
What

Huh
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What

He's serving pain up
At my picnic
He always says he's
Just a witness
His hands are sticky
I'll lick his fingers
I always liked it
When he lingers

Huh
Huh
Huh
What

Huh
Huh
Huh
What

I don't know what I did last night but I know it wasn't good
Oh well
You'd do it too if you were me
And anyway I don't really know what's going on anymore



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Writer(s): Frances Gregory
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