Pussyfoot Miss Suicide lyrics

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CHILDREN OF BODOM lyrics : "Pussyfoot Miss Suicide"

Hey there, I think I know you,
What was it, you're condending to do?
That's rite, manipulate everyone

Around to dream you're over due

[Chorus]

You try to slit your wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good

C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you and since we're here
You might as well cut me too


Like an acid flashback, it all came
Back to me

Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later
I vomit I od'd? oh yes indeed


You try to slit your wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good

C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you. And since we're here
You might as well kill me too


[Solo]


Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you
Let me love you black and blue
It's the least that I could do

Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below
It's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat u to the punch

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Writer(s): Janne Viljami Wirmann, Alexi Laiho, Jaska Ilmari Raatikainen, Henri Samuli Seppala, Roope Juhani Latvala
Copyright: Continental Concerts & Management Gmbh, Sony/ATV Music Publishing (Germany) Gmbh
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