everybody's whore is in love again
the kind of love, you can not make
with a little dash of sugar
just call me cake
i'm holding my phone so tight
ring, ring for me
when this caged bird has its panic attacks
i sing, i sing so poorly
i'm just a puppet
please pull my strings
with a little tug
i'll have one of my mood swings
you're holding the needle so tight
inject, inject me
when this addict has his withdrawals
i just might kick your face in
respectfully
everyone's jesus is on the cross again
the kind of sacrifice i do willingly
that little dash of sugar
is killing me
i'm holding my phone so tight
ring, ring for me
when i answer
sing, sing for me
with a dash of sugar comes a shot of adrenaline
everyone's whore is in love again
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