Twisted Trip Woman

Lyrics
Come on o'l woman Get what's coming to you Come on o'l woman Get what's coming to you Saturday night you're cheatin' Lord, I beat you black and blue Your bitch baby rotting apple to the skin Your bitch baby rotting apple to the skin Too sweet on the outside Bitter and twisted within You squeeze my balls like a lemon Lord, you even steal my gin Count up sins Lord Lost count again If you don't stop life wrecking Your neck will be wound like a broken rag doll Count up sins Lord Lost count again If you don't stop your twisting You'll be wishing you were safe and buried under the ground Come on o'l woman Get what's coming to you Come on o'l woman Get what's coming to you Turn it at night you're cheating Lord, I beat you black and blue Your bitch baby rotting apple to the skin Your bitch baby rotting apple to the skin Too sweet on the outside Bitter and twisted within You squeeze my balls like a lemon Lord, you even steal my gin Count up sins Lord Lost count again If you don't stop life wrecking Your neck will be wound like a broken rag doll Count up sins Lord Lost count again If you don't stop your twisting You'll be wishing you were safe and buried under the ground
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Credits
- Writers
- Mick Kerensky