Don't expect me to fight the good fight for you And don't expect me to quote myself in quips Not for you, not for you So when exactly and precisely Did I promise all the world to you? And there in fact let's be exact Who says that you're the one I'd give that to?
I'll take your legs I'll take your arms I'll take your breath in the night Then give away myself to bloody strips And Barbie doll eyes
Uh huh, okay I hope you're proud of yourself I hope you're proud of yourself
The mister citys so big you say he invents all the fire in you Meanwhile I'm boiling alive Over the flame that it has lit for you
So don't expect me to break this all down for you And don't expect me to fight the good fight with you
I'll take your legs I'll take your arms I'll take your breath in the night To give away myself in bloody strips to Barbie doll me alive
The lips, the hips, the quips Are Barbie doll eyes Can't you see what you're doing to me?
Don't expect me Don't expect me Don't expect me
The pennies in my hand The scissors on the bed for you I've got a big surprise for you The apple in my mouth for you (I know you'll get what you deserve)
And all these dirty hands That built the ugly things for you They trigger, jerk, and turn on you And slide around the neck for you For you I know you'll get what you deserve I know you'll get what you deserve
I know you'll get what you deserve
Compositor: John Ashley Congleton ECAD: Obra #10160116