| *plump* |
| he shakes his death rattle spittle on his bib i don't do the dishes i throw them in the crib CHORUS i'm eating you i'm overfed yr milks in my mouth it makes me sick [feel, thin]??? now i've stumbled here failed to make it mine they say i'm plump but i threw up all the time CHOURUS do you fake it for me like i x3 my baby's in her arms crawling up her legs like a liaar at a witch trial you look good for your age CHORUS |