Sweet Talk

She'll never do it But she'll do it for me I've got a way with women and a little money She'll never do it But she'll do it for me I've got a Master's in delusions and bitch psychology Even Christ needed whores Same as every man since and before I'll puts stars on your pretty face More pearls than those cunt-loving gates Fuck I would slit my brother's throat If I thought he had a tongue made of gold I will never die broke Like my worthless, junky folks No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap Ain't no better feeling than to say "Goodbye" Well say "Goodbye" to all the cunts you hated in your vacant life Ain't no better feeling than to say "Goodbye" Well say "Goodbye" to all the cunts you hated in your vacant life Break Yeah the broke ones are easiest to break Yeah the broke ones are easiest to break No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap No guns, just good old looks Yeah, tatted hands Gonna stash that money in your lap If you really love me, you'll do this for me When you don't do what I say, it makes me sad And I know you don't want me to feel sad because you're such a great guy You don't speak until I tell you to speak, pig If there isn't six hundred dollars in my wallet in the next fifteen seconds Then this little piggie is going to die alone No guns, just good old looks, I broken him and it felt good No guns, just good old looks, I broken him and it felt good