The F-word – Babybird – letras

The f-word’s hereBut the f-word’s badCuss my motherAnd cuss my dadBut i love my motherAnd i love my dadWanna have all that they never hadWanna get lowWanna get highGlue’s in the bag like the clouds in the skySticks to the cider, sticks to your lipsWanna get the spiders off my hipsTry and make out when you don’t get kissedYou wanna get it up but she broke your wristDad’s got your arms and mother’s got your fistsCrossing off the kids on their xmas listChrousWanna get highWanna get lowGirl’s got your bottle and she won’t let goSo you grow up fastYou can’t blow downMake another kid with a bag for a crownMother’s in a car, dad’s at the doorLove’s got an applehead bitten to the corePlugged-up eyesSocket’s all rawTry to plug the gap but you wonder what forChorus