Children of Bodom
Pussyfoot Miss Suicide
[Intro]
"You know you go home and have a couple of shooters and I don't know what the fuck happens, but when you come back, you're not the same lady."
[Verse 1]
Hey there, I think I know you
What was it you're contending to do?
That's right, you manipulate everyone
Around you, you deem you're overdue
[Chorus]
Try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade 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
[Verse 2]
Like an acid flashback, it all came back to me
Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later
I puke, I OD'd
Oh yes, indeed
[Chorus]
Try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade 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
[Bridge]
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 you to the punch
[Bridge]
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 you to the punch