La da da da da
I'm gon-na bu--ry you in the ground
La da da da- da
I'm gon-na bu--ry you with my sound--
I'm gon-na drink the red
from your prett-y pink face
So-rry I don't treat you like a go-dess
Is that what you want me to do--
So-rry I don't treat you like you're per-fect
Like all your litt-le lo-yal sub-jects do
So-rry I'm not made of su-gar,
am I not sweet e-nough for you--
Is that why you al-ways a-void me?
That must be such an in-con-ve-nience to you- well!
I'm just your pro-blem
I'm just your pro--blem
It's like I'm not
E-ven a per-son, am I?
I'm just your pro--blem, well...
I-------- shouldn't- have to jus-ti-fy what I do--
I-------- shouldn't- have to prove a-ny-thing to you--
I'm so-rry that I ex-ist I for-got what lan-ded me on your black--list
But I-------- shouldn't- have to be the one that makes up with you, so...
Why do I want to?
Why do I want- to?
