Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And I always feel bad
But now I don’t feel that
It’s like the first time I spoke to you
I played it off I was so cool
And when you asked what I wanna do
I said get rich what about you
And I always feel bad
And I always feel bad
And I always feel bad
But now I
I like
Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And it’s so strange
When I smile I don’t feel bad
It must be something from
Way back
But I’m a piece of shit
And I won’t let you live
You’re the smell of a hotel
And I’m the worst there is
I got my earring caught
In your hair babe
I’ll take the whole bottle
Do you dare me babe
Or better yet you could burn both my eyes out
So I could tell you
I gotta tell you
Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And it’s so strange
When I smile I don’t feel bad
It must be something from
Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And it’s so strange
When I smile I don’t feel bad
It must be something from
Way back
It must be something from way
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And I always feel bad
But now I don’t feel that
It’s like the first time I spoke to you
I played it off I was so cool
And when you asked what I wanna do
I said get rich what about you
And I always feel bad
And I always feel bad
And I always feel bad
But now I
I like
Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And it’s so strange
When I smile I don’t feel bad
It must be something from
Way back
But I’m a piece of shit
And I won’t let you live
You’re the smell of a hotel
And I’m the worst there is
I got my earring caught
In your hair babe
I’ll take the whole bottle
Do you dare me babe
Or better yet you could burn both my eyes out
So I could tell you
I gotta tell you
Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And it’s so strange
When I smile I don’t feel bad
It must be something from
Bleach on my face and I
Kinda like when it
Leaves all the stains but my
Mom don’t like that
And it’s so strange
When I smile I don’t feel bad
It must be something from
Way back
It must be something from way
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