Lunachicks - F.D.S. (sh** Finger Dick) lyrics

Youre a.......... Mental case, 'bout time I smash your face Got a habit of steppin out of line Oh yeah, well here comes your time Youre a damn disgrace, a total insult to the human race Try and make me feel bad all the time Good thing youre not my sign! You always want what you can't have, but baby You can't have me! Youre a......... Bleeding heart! Not even worth a fart Got the worst halitosis that Ive smelled You can just go to hell Dont even start, gonna put you in a Shopping cart, gonna roll you down a steep hill And then Ill max and chill Baby you think you know better Why dont you go knit a sweater! Can't have me! Can't Have me! Can't have me! Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts Mutilated monkey meat, chopped up little birdies feet French fried eyeballs rolling down the dirty street And i forgot my spoon! Only want what you can't have and babe and what you can't have is me I dont care who you are What the f** you want from me Dis me once, dis me twice I dont think its very nice Punch you in your stupid face I sh** on you and it feels great! Can't have me! What you can't have! You always want what you can't have And baby, you can't have me!