why'd ya do it?
when I stole a twig from our little nest
and gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
i had my balls and my brains put into a vice
and twisted around for a whole fucking week.
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you let that trash
get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ?
whyd ya do it she said, whyd you let her suck your cock ?
oh, do me a favour, dont put me in the dark.
whyd ya do it, she said, theyre mine all your jewels,
you just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools.
whyd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore,
cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor.
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you spit on my snatch ?
are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ?
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you do what you did ?
you drove my ego to a really bad skid.
whyd you do it, she said, aint nothing to laugh,
you just tore all our kisses right in half!
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd ya do what you did,
betray my little oyster for such a low bitch.
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you do what you did ?
you drove my ego to a really bad skid.
whyd ya do it, she screamed, after all weve said
every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.
the whole room was swirling,
her lips were still curling.
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you do what you did
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you do what you did
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd ya do it, she said,
whyd you do what you did ?
oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
with your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather.
whyd ya do it, she said, whyd you do what you did ...
ah, I feel better now.
30 de outubro de 2007
marianne faithfull, why'd ya do it? (ou como começar o dia com força)
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