His hand, his love
That guy, that boy
His voice was like a hand between my legs
Front seat of his Bronco, cruisin' down La Brea, babe
And I worship the myth I made outta you
His eyes were like gold in the sun
Pretty like summer, rich like a son of a bitch
And I worship the myth I made outta you
I was on my knees in his bedroom, givin' him head
(He says I'm the best at it)
He lied to me, broke the one rule I can't forgive
(Think this guy's got a death wish)
Guess I'm not the girl you'd thought I'd be
You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself
Know that I look sweet, but I bite, baby
You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself
I loved him like an angel on cocaine
Pure in the heart, and now pure in the rage
'Cause I worship the myth I made outta you
And my heart was like a paper you would roll
Light it on fire, getting high from my soul
'Cause I worship the myth I made outta you
I was on my knees in his bedroom, givin' him head
(He says I'm the best at it)
He lied to me, broke the one rule I can't forgive
(Think this guy's got a death wish)
Guess I'm not the girl you'd thought I'd be
You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself
Know that I look sweet, but I bite, baby
You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself
I'm so fuckin' evil, ask the preacher, ask the people
Ask that ex that fucking tried me, in a ditch somewhere behind me
I guess I'm not the girl you'd thought I'd be
You wanna fuck with me, you might as well go fuck yourself
Hekate, Hekate
Heka-Hekate, Hekate
Hekate, Hekate
Heka-Hekate, Hekate
Hekate, Hekate
Heka-Hekate, Hekate
Hekate, Hekate
Heka-Hekate, Hekate
His voice was like a hand between my legs
Front seat of his Bronco, cruisin' down La Brea, babe
I cursed it, the myth I made outta you
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