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Текст (слова) песни: lunachicks - F.D.S.



Your a
Mental case,
`bout time I smash your face
Got a habit of steppin` out of line,
Oh yeah, well here comes your time
You`re a damn disgrace,
A total insult to the human race,
Try and make me feel bad all the time
Good thing your not my sign!
You always want what you can`t have,
but baby, you can have me
Your a
Bleeding heart !
Not even worth a fart
Got the worst halitosis that I`ve smelled
You can just go to hell
Don`t even start,
gonna put you in a shopping cart,
Gonna roll you down a steep hill
And then I`ll max and chill
Baby you think you know better
Why don`t you go and knit a sweater!
Can`t have me, can`t have me, can`t have me
Green green glods of greasy, grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey guts,
Chopped up little birties feet
French fried eye balls rolling down the dirty street
And I forgot my spoon!
Only want what you can`t have and babe
What you can`t have is me
I don`t care who you are
What the fuck you want from me
Dis me once, dis me twice
I don`t think that very nice
Punch you in your stupid face
I shit on you and It feels great !
Can`t have me! what you can`t have!
You always want what you can`t have
And baby, you can`t have me

 

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