Call me what you want
I don't really care
I'll just call it off in the morning
Kiss me in the mouth
Spit you out
Your foul taste can't ignore it
On my way out do better
The after-taste has left me bitter
Hair tie on your dresser
And on your bed I left a letter
I will never be your baby-baby-baby-doll
Staring into space, playing with my c-c-curls
I got, I got, I got, I got Xs in my teeth
I got, I got, I got, I got everything I need
I will never be your baby-baby-baby-doll
Got me twistin' up I think I'm gonna hurl
I got, I got, I got, I got Xs in my teeth
I got, I got, I got, I got everything I need
I think you're deranged
Nothing in the brain
All that real estate, doing damage
Needle in the hay
So unique a shame
That you're gonna watch me vanish
On my way out a pleasure
Slam your hand on the dresser
Memories and high blood pressure
Leave you behind forever
I will never be your baby-baby-baby-doll
Staring into space, playing with my c-c-curls
I got, I got, I got, I got Xs in my teeth
I got, I got, I got, I got everything I need
I will never be your baby-baby-baby-doll
Got me twistin' up I think I'm gonna hurl
I got, I got, I got, I got Xs in my teeth
I got, I got, I got, I got everything I need
Pick me, choose me, love me
Don't need you to pick me, choose me, love me
Pick me, choose me, love me
Don't need you to pick me, choose me, love me
Pick me, choose me, love me
Don't need you to pick me, choose me, love me
Pick me, choose me, love me
Don't need you to pick me, choose me, love me
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