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Heart Tits

from Bremelanotide by The Grammar Club

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You love me when I have money [You love me when I have money]/ Money. Money. [Money. Money.]/ Oooh! Your heart's in your tits. [Oooh! Your heart's in your tits.]

You only love me when I have GP and bullion/ I'm workin' overtime and saving money till we're cool again/ It's hard living life with this heart on my sleeve/ When you've got chambers and ventricles in your double Ds/ So hard to please, and you're always a tease/ Until I present you with diamonds/ Clippin' coupons for me is a must/ Said you'd break up with me if we ever took the bus/ And, well, it's hard to say you're the best/ When you have all these issues that stem from your chest/ And I'm telling you I'm stressed and I'm needing me a rest/ But my words bounce off you like a bulletproof vest/ So, um, I think maybe we should break up/ You slapped me twice and demanded that I wake up/ Told me that was stupid then you called me a retard/ Then you went shopping and I couldn't find my credit card.

And you don't seem to have much respect for my space/ Every time you need money it's like your right inside my face/ Asking "Baby, Beefy, how much do you love me?/ Enough to buy me brand new shoes and some bubbly?"/ Do I have a choice? Am I kind of whipped?/ I can't describe the kind of powers that you hold inside your tits/ Lub Dub in your bra should have been my sign/ But now you've hypnotized me sweetie and I'm losing my mind but/ Now I've got no ends/ I see you over there talkin, flirtin with my friends/ And they all got cash, and they all got play/ Gotta say this has been the world's worst birthday/ Kind of pathetic and rather sad/ We've dated for so long, you've never picked up the tab/ Those gifts that you got last week, you call em trash/ If I could, pretty lady, I'd prolly kick my own ass

Yo I swear to God I think she might be Satan/ No way you'd believe all the things that I've been paying/ Super massive debt but yet still no nook/ Only sex in our bed is taking place in her favorite book/ I know what what I have, she knows what I want/ Stupid smile on my face every time she logs on/ Winning every single little game she's playing with my mind/ Evolved into a sucker, no intelligent design

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from Bremelanotide, released December 31, 2007

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