And what's that mess?
Oh, it's my dress
I hope you don't find that it's wet
I guess I spilled the milk again
I guess I k** my precious pet
Oh Ouh
A tongue so injured, has no sound
That sound so perfect, I cannoy cum dowm
I was not afraid but just until
His twisted smile left me ill
Chorus:
It's designed to feed hear a kitty
When she's into big birds
Cause it's designed to sing to her so pretty
Singing to her, makes her scream so hard
I romise she won't be upset
If we can hurt her more than that
So sorry like my silent pig
And so harmless like the cigarette skin
I am so sick sad
I can't control that
You are a bad, bad plan
But i adore that
I am so sick and sad...