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He shakes his death rattle spittle on his bib
And I don't do the dishes, I throw them in the crib
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick
Now I've stumbled here, failed to make it mine
They say I'm plump but I throw up all the time
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick
Do you fake it for me like I
My baby's in her arms crawling up her legs
Like a liar at a witch trial you look good for your age
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick
Translate to:
He shakes his death rattle spittle on his bib
And I don't do the dishes, I throw them in the crib
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick
Now I've stumbled here, failed to make it mine
They say I'm plump but I throw up all the time
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick
Do you fake it for me like I
My baby's in her arms crawling up her legs
Like a liar at a witch trial you look good for your age
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick