Betty Curse

You and your lipstick on your collar
Blamed it on your sick grandmother
In hospital, so I let it go
Even though it was impossible
She's been gone for twenty years
And what about the line at the cinema, caught holding hands
You said she was your long lost cousin from Japan.

God this hurts
It really couldn't get much worse
The love we had won't come baaa-yeeee-aack
God this hurts
I really really want your blood
Make you pay for my pain

You were a fool to brake my heart
Caught with your hands in her cookie jar
Didn't have to lie, didn't have to cheat
Should have come to me for something to eat
Wasn't I sweet enough?
All of your friends think you're so tough
But guess what? You're not, don't you see?
You're a loser because you lost me

God this hurts
It really couldn't get much worse
The love we had won't come baaa-yeeee-aack
God this hurts
I really really want your blood
Make you pay for my pain

You were a fool to brake my heart
You were the fool who broke my heart

Got this Hurts

God this hurts
It really couldn't get much worse
The love we had won't come baaa-yeeee-aack
Wish it would
You know I really wish it could
The love we had won't come baaa-yeeee-aack

God this hurts
I really really want your blood
Make you pay for my pain