Your beautiful, your georgious,
I don't want to hear it from their lips.
Those words are poison running in my veins,
if you say them be willing to fight my rage.
I've been their pawn and their princess,
I am their lust and their pot.
I intoxicate them, make them dizzy,
then knock em on their butt.
Been round the mill and back far too many times,
I've read and re-read the script and memorized the lines.
Sit straight, head high, eyes forward, and smile,
what a bullshit lie.
Get the picture, buy the poster,
I'm not your baby-doll,
and I'm tired of deja-vu.
I'll be gone within two years,
what do you care,
so Fuck you.