Original song by Andrew Bond
Lyrics:
Waking up in last nights clothes,
Try to move, but nothing goes,
Smell of beer and a cowards sweat,
You can't regret what you can forget,
Walking through the elevator door,
Catch a smell of last night's whores,
My head is shot and I can barely think,
I'm feeling sick, but it's not from the drink,
This is no attack,
Cause you told me to come back,
If this is some kind of trick,
Then you got me,
It just goes to show,
I guess that they'll never know,
You're a hoe,
I gotta go,
I gotta go,
I look at you but it takes a while,
It takes a lot to maintain that smile,
You're conversation has a secret text,
And all the words say (sex, sex, sex)
It's hard to say, but i'm pretty sure,
Cause all i can smell is last night's whores,
You'd think that everybody'd realise,
But for some strange reason,
No one seems surprised,
This is no attack,
Cause you told me to come back,
If this is some kind of trick,
Then you got me,
It just goes to show,
I guess that they'll never know,
You're a hoe,
I gotta go,
Just a tip, your behavioural dip,
Was a momentary side effect of taking a sip,
So if you're finally caught in your final assault,
Then you can truly believe that it wasn't your fault,
But if they ever catch the look in your eye,
Then you might as well say goodbye, cause you can't deny,
Yourself as one big lie,
This is no attack,
Cause you told me to come back,
If this is some kind of trick,
Then you got me,
It just goes to show,
I guess that they'll never know,
You're a hoe,
I gotta go,
It's not like I, don't think it's my,
Fault too, but you know,
You're a hoe, a hoe, a hoe,
I gotta go.
Hey man this is a good song. i really dig it!
alauri 2 months ago
@alauri Thanks dude! Glad to get some feed back :)
littlemonkeygun 2 months ago