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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hemlocke Springs
Hemlocke Springs
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Burns
Burns
Songwriter
Isimeme Naomi Udu
Isimeme Naomi Udu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hemlocke Springs
Hemlocke Springs
Producer
Burns
Burns
Producer
Scott Steele
Scott Steele
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Ha, ha, ha, ha) (Ha, ha, ha, ha) (Oh shit, I forgot what-) (What are the words?) I was made for the war, fix eternal scars But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole I imagine he's torn, his head to the floor At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore I was before-ore, I was before-ore (Hey, ha, ha, ha, ha) I'm a sucker for a bag, I'm fiddlin' with the ends of our toys (Ah, ah, I would be, ah, ah) 'Cause with my in touch feeling crumpled Had to go get me an ironing board (Ah, ah, oh, before) I'm always told, "Don't worry, maybe all your dreams will comе true" Everyone's livin' in thе past, you're in 3002 But there's a girl right down the corner, in a sweat She's got the TV goin' on (oh, oh, before, oh, oh) What you do to me? Do to me? Do to me? Oh, baby, so wrong I was made for the war, fix eternal scars But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole I imagine he's torn, his head to the floor At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore I was before-ore, I was before-ore I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore (Ooh, ooh) I was before-ore, I was before-ore We should take an Andrew Jackson with tatic Check in the movies at two (Ooh, ooh, I was before-ore) 'Cause Hemlocke Spings' into action Come and take a look at how much she grew (Ooh, ooh, I was before-ore) I'm always told, "Don't worry, maybe you're an actors delight" Everyone's bakin' during the day but can they last through the night? Well, there's a girl right round the corner And I swear she's hot, outsingin' Leon (Ooh, ooh, I was before-ore, I was before-ore) What you do to me? Do to me? Do to me? Oh, baby, so wrong I was made for the war, fix eternal scars But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole I imagine he's torn, his head to the floor At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore I was before-ore, I was before-ore (God) I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore (Ooh, ooh) I was before-ore, I was before-ore What you do (What you do) What you do to me, babe What you do (What you do) What you do to me, babe What you do (What you do) What you do (What you do) What you do to me, do to me, do to me, so wrong
Writer(s): Isimeme Naomi Udu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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