F.D.S.-Lunachicks

Your a Mental case, 'Bout time i smash your face Got a habit of steppin' out of line, Oh yeah, well here comes your time You're a damn disgrace, A total insult to the human race, Try and make me feel bad all the time Good thing your not my sign! You always want what you can't have, But baby, you can have me Your a Bleeding heart ! Not even worth a fart Got the worst halitosis that I've smelled You can just go to hell Don't even start, Gonna put you in a shopping cart, Gonna roll you down a steep hill And then I'll max and chill Baby you think you know better Why don't you go and knit a sweater! Can't have me, can't have me, can't have me Green green glods of greasy, grimy gopher guts Mutilated monkey guts, Chopped up little birties feet French fried eye balls rolling down the dirty street And I forgot my spoon! Only want what you can't have and babe What you can't have is me I don't care who you are What the f**k you want from me Dis me once, dis me twice I don't think that very nice Punch you in your stupid face I sh*t on you and It feels great ! Can't have me! what you can't have! You always want what you can't have And baby, you can't have me