Why are we still sneaking behind the backs of people we don't love anymore'
We don't love 'em anymore.
Because I am so sick of living in a bone dry marriage,
I don't even know what the [bad word] I'm even thing anymore,
My kids a [bad word] pervert he smears [bad word] on [bad word] desk.
My husband, a money [bad word] pill eating cheat,
But I can't say I don't pop 'em too though.
When I feel [bad word] sick.
I feel [bad word] sick.
Now that my gardens dried up,
What do I have to life for?
Where is the man of my dreams?
Where's the cornucopia feast?
And cherry red convertible.
I won't ride the wings of my [bad word] mother,
I'm too young to die inside