Из альбома: Batten the Hatches
Well you're trespassing up and down my backyard
Guess you caught a duck
Digging through my trashcans with that white rope tied around your neck
You mistake me for some Southern goddess
Some Delta girl done wrong
But I'm fixing to knock through whatever I have to
To stay silent and get gone
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I hate me
There's no one else who I know how to be
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Oh
Your body makes me sick but don't take it away from me just yet
There's no one I can think of that I can stand less than you
Don't you want to touch my hands before you go
I think I'm confused
I can feel my food digesting and I'm begging it to cease
Oh
My stomach's crushed against my lungs
And
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh
Pushing at my seams
But I see the way you eye me up like a chunk of meat
Like a chunk of meat gone bad
Like you're wishing I was something still worth having
You can go ahead
Go ahead and have
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I still hate me
There's no one else who I know how to be
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Oh
Your body makes me sick
Don't take it away from me just yet
There's no I can think of that I can stand less than you
Don't you want to touch my hand before you go
I think I'm confused