F.D.S. lyrics

by

Lunachicks


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*ck you want from me
Dis me once, dis me twice
I dont think its very nice
Punch you in your stupid face
I sh*t 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!

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