歌词
Sang a song so he could see that I was more than meat
And he said "wow your voice is sweet"
And I said "damn that's really sweet"
"would you like to kill me with fatal disappointment?"
He said "sure I'm on it"
Retrospectively can see his effort was measly
I mean he really just talked shit to me
I guess he once bought cupcakes that I couldn't eat
But was so damn enamoured
I forgot girl power
Please let me know so I won't start a row
When will it be our last Sunday?
I need to know so I'm braced for the blow
When will it be our last Sunday?
Sang a song so he could see that I was more than meat
And he said "do you wanna suck my dick?"
Since then my tummy's felt perpetually sick
But learned the harshest lesson
Back to our suppression
Please let me know so I won't start a row
When will it be our last Sunday?
I need to know so I'm braced for the blow
When will it be our last Sunday?
Retrospectively can you see how much
That your bat shit crazy ass had truly meant to me
Let's hope you shake that shame bound personality
So you can feel at peace
And stop trashing talking me