Loosey Goosey

Tell him how you want it
Let him make your day
He'll be slipping something's in there
That he should have gotten checked out first

I cant believe you
And after all the shit we've been through
I hope you wake up one morning
With an odd itch in your pants
You fucking bitch

Fuck this
I'm on my way to his house
I'm gonna make you fucking love him
You can try and run
But the doors will be locked

I see through you

Tell him how you want it
Let him make your day
He'll be slipping something's in there
That he should have gotten checked out first

Theres no more crying
Time has come for you two
I have a gun in one hand
And flowers for your casket