Don't Trust Me
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Black dress, with the tights underneath.
I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth.
And she's an actress, actress, but she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues, always pressed to your cheeks.
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth.
T-tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't ******** scared of him.
She wants to touch me whoa-oh.
She wants to love me whoa-oh.
She'll never leave me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust `cause a ho
won't trust me.
She wants to touch me whoa-oh.
She wants to love me whoa-oh.
She'll never leave me whoa-oh, woah-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust
`cause a ho won't trust me.
X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands,
And the set list, you stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.
Br-br-br-bruises, cover your arms.
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is,(best is) no one knows who you are,
Just another girl: alone at the bar.
She wants to touch me whoa-oh.
She wants to love me whoa-oh.
She'll never leave me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust cause a ho won't trust me.
She wants to touch me whoa-oh.
She wants to love me whoa-oh.
She'll never leave me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust
'Cause a ho won't trust me.
Shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
She wants to touch me who-oh.
She wants to love me who-oh.
She'll never leave me who-oh, who-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust
'Cause a ho won't trust me.
She wants to touch me whoa-oh.
She wants to love me whoa-oh.
She'll never leave me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh.
Don't trust a ho.
Never trust a ho.
Won't trust 'Cause a hoe won't trust me.x2
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::RaNdOm EnTrieS::
What's the point of writing my feelings? My life's ruined.
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