Bitch Went Nuts
The bitch went nuts
She stabbed my basketball
And the speakers to my stereo
She called me cunt
But nothing prepared me for
What I found when I came home
Oh and I
Made my own bed
I'll lie in it
You lie in yours
You lie, you lie in yours
But they want more
They're at my door
With torches
Please leave me alone
You know just shut it just shut it just shut it
The bitch went nuts
She photoshopped my face (shopped his face)
Onto every boy who'd done her wrong
And as she burned them telepathically
Onto the brains of all her embittered drones
Oh now
Now they want more
They're at my door
With torches, scores and scores and scores
To settle with themselves
Who would have thought
I'd scorned them all
They've got a doll of me
They're burning, they're burning, they're burning
Their own memories
Why do they all go? (Go!)
The bitch went nuts, y'all
But everyone said she might
Oh, holy fuckin' shit
Seriously now
Now they want more
They're at my door
With torches, scores and scores
You would have thought
I'd scorned them all
They've got a doll of me
They're burning
Why do they all go? (Go!)
She stabbed my basketball
And the speakers to my stereo
She called me cunt
But nothing prepared me for
What I found when I came home
Oh and I
Made my own bed
I'll lie in it
You lie in yours
You lie, you lie in yours
But they want more
They're at my door
With torches
Please leave me alone
You know just shut it just shut it just shut it
The bitch went nuts
She photoshopped my face (shopped his face)
Onto every boy who'd done her wrong
And as she burned them telepathically
Onto the brains of all her embittered drones
Oh now
Now they want more
They're at my door
With torches, scores and scores and scores
To settle with themselves
Who would have thought
I'd scorned them all
They've got a doll of me
They're burning, they're burning, they're burning
Their own memories
Why do they all go? (Go!)
The bitch went nuts, y'all
But everyone said she might
Oh, holy fuckin' shit
Seriously now
Now they want more
They're at my door
With torches, scores and scores
You would have thought
I'd scorned them all
They've got a doll of me
They're burning
Why do they all go? (Go!)
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Folds, Sam Smith
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