What a Nice Way To Live...

It all started many years ago
Oh shit how I regret meeting you
I've been a victim of your cheap lust, you ruined my head
You like to get everything the easy way
Get on your knees and get to work
How many hearts have you broken to date
You little conceited girl

There's no grace in you, listen what I have to say
I don't have a lot of money, I don't have a big car
Nor a strong body
But I can send you to hell
If it'll do you any good

False lamentations, your joke no longer amuses
Nothing satisfies you, pure masks to get to your prey
The bigger or stronger the piece of meat
The more interest you show
You've known how to make it
But how many ladies are looking for you now?
You search and search for who to take hold of
They've all already tasted the poison of your tongue
Little bitch

There's no grace in you, listen what I have to say.
I don't have a lot of money, I don't have a big car
Nor a strong body
But I can send you to hell
If it'll do you any good



Credits
Writer(s): Cristóbal Pérez Gallardo
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