Your Baby, My Blood
You had a chance you didn't want to take.
I was born into a dress,
I was going to clean it up.
Love held to ransom,
That fucking bastard from above,
Your baby,
My blood.
You had a chance you didn't want to take.
Not so easy,
Clean it up.
Your baby,
My blood.
You break the key in lock,
You swallow it down,
You clean it up.
What's the matter with you now?
I showed you,
I told you how to break the key in the lock.
You swallow it down, you clean it up.
I was born into a dress,
I was going to clean it up.
Love held to ransom,
That fucking bastard from above,
Your baby,
My blood.
You had a chance you didn't want to take.
Not so easy,
Clean it up.
Your baby,
My blood.
You break the key in lock,
You swallow it down,
You clean it up.
What's the matter with you now?
I showed you,
I told you how to break the key in the lock.
You swallow it down, you clean it up.
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Writer(s): Sianna Carolynne Lee
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