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| Your Majesty Yes ma'am, no ma'am, three bags full ma'am Sorry to cross you, won't do it again ma'am Treat me like a fool, treat me like a clown You just use me as a "pick me up" when you are feeling down Use me, abuse me, wipe your feet all over me I'm sure I read somewhere, this ain't how life was meant to be Can't do no right, all I do is wrong You're gonna break, gonna break me, before too long I'm down, I'm out, with this I'll do without Whoops, said the wrong thing again Duck right to avoid the clout Ouch! Too slow! Weren't the way to go Raise my hands again to stop another blow I've had enough of this, know what I'm gonna do Bang bang, you're dead Sorry your fucking majesty! Written by: MILLS. Copyright: Whoopy Doo Records 1999. |
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