Motherfucking Whore – Dana Immanuel – letras

I must be such a bore, you’ve got one eye on me,One eye fixed on the doorYou can’t resist its pull, so go ahead and bow to the inevitableI still get my say, I’ve spent all day writing on your wall in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl, says, this ain’t my number, and baby, don’t callAnd don’t the blood feel good welling up in your chest?Well baby, don’t you feel good, don’t you feel blessed?Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whoreDon’t just stand around, if you’re giving up then you’re going downThere’s the plank, here’s a tip – keep a hold of your valuables when jumping shipThis is your reward, but where the party’s at is overboard, and you’re hunched and teetering on your heels, wondering how good drowning feelsWell, don’t the blood feel good welling up in your chest?Well baby, don’t you feel good, don’t you feel blessed?Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whoreYou don’t even try, oh look, something’s caught your eyeAnd I bet you feel a shiver in your spine ’cause it’s got to be gold, baby, if it shinesAnd I got no line, I got no hookAnd it ain’t mine, that bait you tookI know your kind, and I know that lookOne part divine, and two parts crookWell, don’t the blood feel good welling up in your chest?Well baby, don’t you feel good, don’t you feel blessed?Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore