Mom and Dad greet to your boyfriend
but they ignore what's in in my hands
Your room looks pink as always
like the bed where you blew that jerk
So I open my gas container
and I hold a match in my hands
Please baby sit, I‘ve got something to tell you
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
Shut up, I won't listen to more shit
your fucking lies disguised as truths
Let me enjoy this fucking view
The way your damn heart and soul burns
So I open my gas container
and I hold a match in my hand
Don‘t you worry about your slutty make-up.
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
I wanna see you fucking burn
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
I don‘t love you, my girl,
I wanna see you fucking burn
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