Her chest pumps in anticipation
What she dont know will kill her
She screams his name
But god called in sick tonight
She screams in vain
(in pain)
Girls got the devil in her
And i wont let go
Call for help
Theres a chemical spill inside your thighs
(back it up)
Still stinking of the cheapest rum
And the deepest regret
Now prepare for seven years bad luck
Your porcelain skin has been tainted
This demolition was scheduled between the bedsheets
For which pretty lips and fingertips were not designed for
(keep it moving)
You'd make your daddy proud
You fucking disaster