Is a contract what we need so I won't have to bleed
Or a camera in my face to film my boring days
Your jealousy turns to crime you're hellbent on the hard line
A slap is no caress and I don't want to impress
With the clothes I wear and I want out of here
I think you should be shot from behind you're a disgrace to mankind
DAMN YOU PIG YOU'RE OUT OF TOUCH
YOU HIT ME HARD WHEN I MISS THE CLUTCH
THE BEST WOULD BE IF I WAS CUTE
LOCKED UP IN THE KITCHEN, LOOKING CUTE