Isle of Men
I know your daddy sometimes turned you down
And I know you love to dramatize that
Your obsession is the talk of the town
But nobody knows on the internet
You make your little songs claiming to dream
Talking 'bout the purity of your "art"
But it's all part of your devilish scheme
A game that's based on ego, not on heart
She doesn't need a helping hand
Claiming solo is the best she can
She is living on an island
And takes ferries to the isle of men
Hey dad, ehm... Lover
Tell me how pathe... To pitty I am
Hey sir, ehm... Honey
Tell me how psychia... Cute I am
I know you are made out of pure trauma
Please tell again how much you're the victim
But it's not the story from your momma
She says you're the diva sister of Grimm
She doesn't need a helping hand
Claiming solo is the best she can
She is living on an island
And takes ferries to the isle of men
Hey dad, ehm... Lover
Tell me how pathe... To pitty I am
Hey sir, ehm... Honey
Tell me how psychia... Cute I am
Not charging money
You just want their soul and leave when all is empty, dead and lost
But really honey
That makes it free of charge prostitution with the highest cost
And I know you love to dramatize that
Your obsession is the talk of the town
But nobody knows on the internet
You make your little songs claiming to dream
Talking 'bout the purity of your "art"
But it's all part of your devilish scheme
A game that's based on ego, not on heart
She doesn't need a helping hand
Claiming solo is the best she can
She is living on an island
And takes ferries to the isle of men
Hey dad, ehm... Lover
Tell me how pathe... To pitty I am
Hey sir, ehm... Honey
Tell me how psychia... Cute I am
I know you are made out of pure trauma
Please tell again how much you're the victim
But it's not the story from your momma
She says you're the diva sister of Grimm
She doesn't need a helping hand
Claiming solo is the best she can
She is living on an island
And takes ferries to the isle of men
Hey dad, ehm... Lover
Tell me how pathe... To pitty I am
Hey sir, ehm... Honey
Tell me how psychia... Cute I am
Not charging money
You just want their soul and leave when all is empty, dead and lost
But really honey
That makes it free of charge prostitution with the highest cost
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Writer(s): Dennis Rust, Maartje Simons
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