Gwelly Music Internet Girl Lyrics:
Cheap props, cough drops, Special ops, and shirt tops
People drop like raindrops, No one stops when veins pop
Evil cops hold bloody mops, Like lollipops in ice cream shops
Peep shows, creep shows, People explode like volcanoes
A deadly form of judo, And stepping on the wrong toes
Causes kimonos to fall like dominoes,
Everyone knows which logo, Goes with the clothes,
One throws in front of the nose
Of one another, You’re not my brother
You’re not my brother
In the black and dark night, Don’t I look right?
My clothes are on tight, I’m after your sight
You lost your might, Now taste my delight
Don’t you think I’m a hottie With my digital web body
the best you’ve ever seen, and up on the screen
I’m in your blood stream, and infecting the eyes
of a million guys, but when nobody is around
you know it’s your town
don’t make a sound
you’ll see me
holding a sign
saying won’t you be mine?
BUY ME
TRY ME
Don’t ask why me
My lips are dripping honey
you know it’s not the money
what you get I don’t sell
my guests are in hell
you’re my very own Samson
you look so handsome
lose your mansion
put your head upon my knees
ask me pretty please
don’t resist me
kiss me
you know that you’ll
never miss me
you’ll feel very good
you’ll be glad you could
you know you should
feel my little soft steps
running up and down on your neck
until your merry heart sings
and the scorpion stings!
dead dead dead
no pillow for your head
dead dead dead
you’ll remember what I said
did you think that you would be higher
than a liar?
or be able to tell your friends
to never go
in the way of destruction
corruption
and eruption of eternal separation
an elation denied
no one to hear your cry
or dry your eyes
or dry your eyes
no water for your tongue
every song you ever sung
drowned in misery
it’s a rotisserie
of regret and madness
badness
an awareness of the chances
trances
illicit romances
your world in a cup
blown up!
your wounds sewn up
but now opened up
to reveal
what you couldn’t conceal
that even the least of it
the feast of it
carousing
lounging
you’re drowning in adultery
you thought you won the lottery
eating
meeting
to satisfy your craving
slaving and saving
for the day of judgement
and the final bell
you are thrown into hell
where the fire that burns
will eat your soul
like a buttered roll
dead dead dead
no pillow for your head
dead dead dead
you’ll remember what I said
