La-da-da-da-da
I'm gonna bury you in the ground
La-da-da-da-da
I'm gonna bury you in my sound
I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
Well, sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well, I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
Well, I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I forgot what landed me on your blacklist
Well, I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
But why do I want to?
Why do I want to?