25.22 - Allan Rayman

Whenever She appears her face is buried Our prayers were answered when we wished to Seymour

I know there's nothing you could have done I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be My hands are tied You need to stop, but I'm afraid this is ceaseless Could you at least Pick up the pieces Don't super glue the rush shut But make sure the shaft comes out flush Use duct tape to take the sharp shapes and make them smooth enough for strong puffs I know there's nothing you could do Nothing to pull your smoke into To blow it in my face And fake some worth in you I broke the bong popping off like Hasselhoff And I think I should go bruhah, and save I need to smoke some shit before I fucking lose it The price is right to buy a new strong bong Long live my fucking bong Long live my new bong Ah I seriously don't have shit now what the fuck It's over and over again It's over, it's over again How could I ever forgive this It's over, it's over again How could I ever forgive this This is over and over again How can I forget this It's over and over again How can I forget this This is over and over again How can I forget this This is over and over again It certainly is What's done has done Now I'll make my own mistake And have fun while I kill someone For the death of an old bowl's sake For the death of an old friend's sake

She can't do wrong by a friend They fight for attention And when it all falls apart She blames it on them and then they start again Please do pay no mind Gets the head all the time I give her cold shoulder cause she always plays it cool She only talks back sometimes When my back stays turned to her Catch the girl slipping, yeah Looking at the boy But my back stays turned to her This girl only wants what she can't have I am the world to her Funny how I am the world to her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her She can't do wrong by a friend They fight for attention And when it all falls apart She blames it on them and then they start again Please do pay no mind Gets the head all the time I give her cold shoulder cause she always plays it cool She only talks back sometimes When my back stays turned to her Catch the girl slipping, yeah Looking at the boy But my back stays turned to her This girl only wants what she can't have I am the world to her Funny how I am the world to her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her

Hey Hand me down, try me on Trim the sleeves if they're too long Inside out you see the stitch Inside out you see the stitch Inside out, don't wear the inside wrong Pretty little wrong thing singing Hallelujah Sucker punch, I saw the sucker suckin' on a Luger She don't have the guts, she coulda nearly pulled the trigger No matter what I do I am the bullet going through her Are you drawing people again? Do the threads of their sweaters Hang past the rips in their jeans? Are you drawing people again? Would that turn you inside out Have you showing the stitch? Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out, don't wear the inside wrong You see the stitch Before you hand me down, try me on Trim the sleeves if they hang too long Inside out you see the stitch Inside out you see the stitch Inside out, don't wear the inside wrong Pretty little wrong thing Oh, I wish I never knew you It was heaven doll, but like a doll I outgrew you That's not to say you're wrong for thinking Age don't add to friction I just don't go in for sweet young things and superstition Are you drawing people again? Do the threads of their sweaters Hang past the rips in their jeans? Can you draw me strung out and slim? Would that turn you inside out Have you showing the stitch? Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out don't wear the inside wrong You see the stitch