And what's that mess?
Oh, it's my dress
I hope you don't find that it's wet
I guess I spilled the milk again
I guess I killed my precious pet
Oh, oh

A tongue so injured, has no sound
That sounds so perfect I cannot come down
I was not afraid but just until
His twisted smile left me ill

It's designed to feed her a kitty
When she's into big birds
'Cause it's designed to sing to her so pretty
Singing to her, makes her scream so hard

I promise she won't be upset
If we can hurt her more than that
So sorry, like my silent pig
And so harmless like the cigarette skin

I am so sick, sad
I can't control that
You are a bad, bad plan
But I adore that
I am so sick and sad