Admit it, innocent little girls Turn you on don't they? You like to make them cry You ike to tell them why You like to grow them up Swallow hard and throw them up I would die to hate you See my heart in my hand Do you really understand Get my heart of yer hand Get yer hand off my heart I would die to hate you But its a lovething You say you got this love thing You think its just a love thing f** yer f**in LOVE thing By the way, yer bright eyes are not so encouraging You want my youth so bad You love to see me sad All the sunlight that you say Can never make it go away I wouid die to not care anymore.