Sweet Talk

She'll never do it

But she'll do it for me

I've got a way with women and a little money

She'll never do it

But she'll do it for me

I've got a Master's in delusions and bitch psychology

Even Christ needed whores

Same as every man since and before

I'll puts stars on your pretty face

More pearls than those cunt-loving gates

Fuck

I would slit my brother's throat

If I thought he had a tongue made of gold

I will never die broke

Like my worthless, junky folks

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

Ain't no better feeling than to say "Goodbye"

Well say "Goodbye" to all the cunts you hated in your vacant life

Ain't no better feeling than to say "Goodbye"

Well say "Goodbye" to all the cunts you hated in your vacant life

Break

Yeah the broke ones are easiest to break

Yeah the broke ones are easiest to break

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

No guns, just good old looks

Yeah, tatted hands

Gonna stash that money in your lap

If you really love me, you'll do this for me

When you don't do what I say, it makes me sad

And I know you don't want me to feel sad because you're such a great guy

You don't speak until I tell you to speak, pig

If there isn't six hundred dollars in my wallet in the next fifteen seconds

Then this little piggie is going to die alone

No guns, just good old looks, I broken him and it felt good

No guns, just good old looks, I broken him and it felt good