Ass To Grind

Cunts

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What’s this gone from my grasp
My ripped up sitting cry
My fists of horror blink
Your word’s a fucking lie
To her it looks amiss
To her it’s never right
The right to know you can
Will write itself all night

Baby’s got an ass to grind
One’s born every minute’s time

What’s all the fucking fuss
What’s bothering you now
Maybe he’s got a point
There’re somethings you don't know
Is it empowerming
Or thirsty begging troll
Can’t daddy settle it
Go twirl around the pole ‘cause baby

Baby’s got an
Ass to grind
One’s born every
Minute’s time
Cry out your mouth
To whoever will listen
Don’t let them tell you
That you’re not a victim