Please That Bitch Will Outlive Us All

Why are we still sneaking behind the backs of people we don't love anymore'

We don't love 'em anymore.

Because I am so sick of living in a bone dry marriage,

I don't even know what the f**k I'm even thing anymore,

My kids a f**king pervert he smears cum on the computer desk.

My husband, a money grubbing pill eating cheat,

But I can't say I don't pop 'em too though.

When I feel f**kin sick.

I feel f**kin sick.

Now that my gardens dried up,

What do I have to life for?

Where is the man of my dreams?

Where's the cornucopia feast?

And cherry red convertible.

I won't ride the wings of my cockroach mother,

I'm too young to die inside