Longpigs - She Said Lyrics
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She Said
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What Are The Lyrics For She Said By Longpigs?
There's no clothes I can buy
Make me feel like myself She Said So I put on clothes To make me look like someone else Instead And as a matter of fact I don't like to be seen 'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself she said You better hit her She said, she said, she said, she's dead There no perfume I can buy Make me smell like myself She Said So I put on perfume To make me smell like someone else In bed And as a matter of fact I don't like to be scented 'Cause I don't like to smell myself she Said You better hit her She said, she said, she's dead, she said But I'm not afraid Of being more than pretty While your getting paid To wind yourselves up until you drop Yeah... There no one I can talk to Like I talk to myself She said So I play games to make them Think I'm someone else It's inbred And as a matter of fact I don't like to be seen 'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself She said You better hit her I'm not afraid Of being more than pretty While your getting paid To wind yourselves up until you drop She said, she said, she said, she's dead, And it's ingrained she said, she's trade, she's played I've fucked up inside my own head and what the f*ck am I doing In a place like this I know exactly why I'm here rape me |
Who Wrote She Said By Longpigs?
Crispin Macmichael Sandys Hunt
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What's The Duration Of The She Said By Longpigs?The duration of She Said is 4:24 minutes and seconds. |
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