Texty:
Jack Of Jill

short enough So hey Jack you better get right Or Jill won't be impressed Hey Jill you better get right 'Cause Jack expects the best Hey Jack you better

with your thighs, I'll treat you like the queen Next, we'll go to Chicago We'll bumpin' and grindin', it's no joke Baby, I'm Jack, you can be Jill I

She wore that dress like it was a saturday Pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning And he held her hand like it was a mystery One he couldn't quite

Well, she was an American girl, Raised on promises She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life Somewhere else After all it was a great

give me some antiseptic to wash this headache away and give me a syringe to inject the pain give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd rather be

I woke up mourning I woke up dead today I aged a thousand years.. Or more I flinch when you are nice You kill me with a single word When angels fuck and

These lips are cherry scented, but they stick like superglue, I paint them lavender, turn a tattoo into bruise She says I'm mediocre and I guess that

A witch will burn when she's thrown into the fire Not her she'll peel and writhe but never expire She crawls on webs of lies I die up inside her to take

We hide in the cupboards and under the stairs We poison each other, but we know That nobody cares We look at each other With a compound eye See something