Lyrics:

... 3, 4 Warsaw
Don't talk to me girl, you know it's not nice
Don't laugh at murder, I won't pay the price
The facts are too high-powered, so sickened thrill
I'd give that mess up 'cause it makes you so ill

Blame bad things on me, whatever you do
When I come home I will be different from you
You're such a chictalk, you're really trussed up
Don't wanna talk to you, just left me your mum

Don't be a puppet, always rush you around
One just for you photo, try and tire me down
I won't tell him I talk like this all night
He must be worried 'cause you're sounding so trite

Respect is only normal, the way to our lives
Ever tried to sleep around with a bed for a wife
We'll never change you, if you start acting that way
If do keep mouths all open, I'll never get a say
You know what's special, it's as dark as I say
Can you see me, just ourselves
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