Why are we still sneaking behind the backs of people we dont love anymore? We dont love em anymore Because I am so sick of living in a bone dry marriage I dont even know what the fuck Im even thing anymore My kids a fucking pervert he smears cum on the computer desk My husband, a money grubbing pill eating cheat But I cant say I dont pop em too though When I feel fuckin sick I feel fuckin sick Now that my gardens dried up What do I have to life for? Where is the man of my dreams? Wheres the cornucopia feast? And cherry red convertible I wont ride the wings of my cockroach mother Im too young to die inside
sick, anymore, fuckin, grubbing, cornucopia