I’m kind of f#cked up
Well so are you
And in this case
One head is better than two
I’d call it dumb luck
That i got away from you
All i had to do
Was have nothing else to lose
I bet you got so close
So you could skin me alive
Leave a pile of pink flesh
That you will feast on all night
And rug of pale skin
For you to walk over me again
Won’t have to trick me to stay then
But your promises
Are as fake as my t#ts
You’ve got a silicone silver tongue
When i noticed how carefully
Your words were picked
All that was left was to run
Pépito is out
Hope you never come back
Pack your bags, throw them all out the door
Thinking in circles
Brought me straight to the point
Can’t you see i dont want you no more
I bet you got so close
So you could skin me alive
Leave a pile of pink flesh
That you will feast on all night
And rug of pale skin
For you to walk over me again
Won’t have to trick me to stay then
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dog pound prison riot Lyrics – Pépito is out