Why are we still sneaking behind the backs of people we don't love anymore'
We don't love 'em anymore.
Because I am so sick of living in a bone dry marriage,

I don't even know what the $#&@ I'm even thing anymore,
my kids a $#&@ing pervert he smears### on the computer desk.
My husband, a money grubbing pill eating cheat,

but I can't say I don't pop 'em too though.
When I feel $#&@in sick.
I feel $#&@in sick.

Now that my gardens dried up,
what do I have to life for?
Where is the man of my dreams?

Where's the cornucopia feast?
And cherry red convertible.
I won't ride the wings of my @@#!roach mother,

I'm too young to die inside