Lyrics

Is a contract what we need so I won't have to bleed Or a camera in my face to film my boring days Your jealousy turns to crime you're hellbent on the hard line A slap is no caress and I don't want to impress With the clothes I wear and I want out of here I think you should be shot from behind you're a disgrace to mankind DAMN YOU PIG YOU'RE OUT OF TOUCH YOU HIT ME HARD WHEN I MISS THE CLUTCH THE BEST WOULD BE IF I WAS CUTE LOCKED UP IN THE KITCHEN, LOOKING CUTE