She’s into popping yellows, whites and booze.
Why does she contemplate her woes
She longs for the never ending verbal abuse
And she gets it
And she likes it
And she swings as she is used
From being someone she knew now she has become twos
And my baby she’s pretty and she knows what to do
To get satisfaction from those kind of fools not knowing she was the one who would end up broken in due.