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von The Aquadolls

Bleach Songtext

Heartbreaker, move it or lose it, before i lose my shit
You tried to run off with the pieces of my heart
But you ran too slow, so i catch up with it
Stomach bender, you make me sick
Fucked me up once, didn′t have to think twice
To end it all say its done be a dick then be nice
Fake it and lie and pretend were as cool as ice
Yeah right

I'm gonna make sure that you bleed like i bled
Swallow the words you said
Life in torture′s worse than being dead
Cut the shirts you lent me into crop tops
Yeah, i'll knock your socks off (with a blow torch instead)
Fucking with you's worse than being dead


A heart breaker′s favorite beverage is ice cold bleach
With a side of bitch and a shot of whine served on ice, neat!
It′s mighty fine the way you feel with you drink it down
You okay? what's with the frown?
Legs upside down, now you′re on the ground
Wake up hon' you′ve had a long, long rest
While you were out, i did something to your head
I cut tiny little pieces of your heart right out of your chest
Now every time you think of me, you won't forget, no

I′m gonna make sure that you bleed like i bled
Swallow the words you said
Life in torture's worse than being dead
Cut the shirts you lent me into crop tops
Yeah, i'll knock your socks off (with a blow torch instead)
Fucking with you′s worse than being dead


Fuck you, you piece of shit
You think you′re hot, but you aren't shit
Not even flies and maggots would flock to you
Grosser than the bottom of my beat up shoe
Scum and dirt, a rat at best
You wear lace thongs underneath your dress
Do you even have a heart beating in your chest?
Vomit and bile, you′re vile at best!
A scaredy-cat douche bag, you turned out like the rest
Look in the mirror, can't you tell you′re a mess?
Yeah you wrecked it, how could i forget it
The deed is done, no way to fix it
I can't believe i ever fucked with you
You′re a crazy little chicken who escaped from the coup
Wastoid junkie sitting on a fence
Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents

I'm gonna make sure that you bleed like i bled
Swallow the words you said
Life in torture's worse than being dead
Cut the shirts you lent me into crop tops
Yeah, i′ll knock your socks off (with a blow torch instead)
Fucking with you′s worse than being dead

La dee da dee da
La dee da dee da
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

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