I don't wanna be ignored, oh god, When I?m a gun in a fistfight. You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, Your blood drool attracts the flies.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her, I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her.
I don't wanna be left out or get fucked, But there's a talent in your lies. If you're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat; Your blood drool attracts the flies.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her, I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her, A little bit for myself, don?t put a price on your health, I give a little to her, I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her.
Don't wait for the sun, Your story's been spun, These boys, they just wanna have fun, But your damage is done.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her, I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her, A little bit for myself, don?t put a price on your health, I give a little to her, I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her.
I give a little to her! I give a little to her! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I give a little to her! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I give a little to her!
Compositores: Christopher Dominic Urbanowicz (PRS), Edward Owen Lay (PRS), Russell Leetch (PRS), Thomas Michael Henry Smith (Tom Smith) (PRS)Editor: Hipgnosis Sfh I LimitedECAD verificado obra #4766447 em 19/Abr/2024