(flip your shit past another lasses)
You got your game, made your shot
And you got away
With a lot,but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling
'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me
Fiona Apple | Get gone
posted by saturnine | 23:32 |
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