[you, do you know the bad girls go to hell?]

Come on!
Up to your neck in shit
Like the plague where it's spread
There's no getting over it
You better bite your tongue
Cover up your tracks
You know you're down to get fucked
I know what you are...

You're like a dark cloud
That follows me around like a virus with no cure
You're like an angry crowd
I'm a riot in the street
And you're a cheap little whore

Putting words in their mouths
Till they choke to death
There's no getting over it
You're more decieving than most
You tiptoe around like another ghost
I know what you are...

You're like a dark cloud
That follows me around like a virus with no cure
You're like an angry crowd
I'm a riot in the street
And you're a cheap little whore

Don't make me think
Any less of you now
I won't believe
A dirty word from your mouth (x2)

Don't make me think
(i know what you are)
I won't believe

You're like a dark cloud
That follows me around like a virus with no cure
You're like an angry crowd
I'm a riot in the street
And you're a cheap little whore

You're like a dark cloud
That follows me around like a virus with no cure
You're like an angry crowd
Cause i'm a riot in the street

And you're a cheap little whore
And you're a cheap little whore
Whore
And you're a cheap little whore
And you're a cheap little whore

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Written by: Bradley Lloyd / Dan Juarez / Get Scared / John Feldmann / Johnny B / Nicholas Matthews · This isn't the songwriter? Let us know.
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