Lunachicks

Lunachicks - F.d.s. songtekst

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Your a 

Mental case, 

'bout time I smash your face 

Got a habit of steppin' out of line, 

Oh yeah, well here comes your time 

You're a damn disgrace, 

A total insult to the human race, 

Try and make me feel bad all the time 

Good thing your not my sign! 

You always want what you can't have, 

but baby, you can have me 

Your a 

Bleeding heart ! 

Not even worth a fart 

Got the worst halitosis that I've smelled 

You can just go to hell 

Don't even start, 

gonna put you in a shopping cart, 

Gonna roll you down a steep hill 

And then I'll max and chill 

Baby you think you know better 

Why don't you go and knit a sweater! 

Can't have me, can't have me, can't have me 

Green green glods of greasy, grimy gopher guts 

Mutilated monkey guts, 

Chopped up little birties feet 

French fried eye balls rolling down the dirty street 

And I forgot my spoon! 

Only want what you can't have and babe 

What you can't have is me 

I don't care who you are 

What the fuck you want from me 

Dis me once, dis me twice 

I don't think that very nice 

Punch you in your stupid face 

I shit 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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