Abernethy

God, don't tell me

What you think is right

There's a little witch who purged your eyes

She don't make time anymore



World electric

Blood stuck in your wire

She don't make time anymore



God, don't tell me

What you think is right

There's a little

Chick who slashed your tires

She don't play nice anymore



God, don't tell me

What you think is right

Made a hustle out of being shy

Now she floats like an Egyptian eye

She don't just get by anymore