1. |
I Look Good
01:52
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My tits are not symmetrical
My hymen’s not in place
My stomach’s puffed like pastries
And there’s fat around my waist
But
I look good
and
I feel good
I look good, I look good, I look good
I feel good
Fuck who said I shouldn’t
Fuck who said I couldn’t
Beauty is too small a word to contain me
My tone is rather bossy
My apologies run few
Don’t tell me that I’m crazy
Or that I don’t have a clue
‘cuz
I look good
and
I feel good
I look good, I look good, I look good
I feel good
Fuck who said I shouldn’t
Fuck who said I couldn’t
Beauty is too small a word to contain me
My thighs hug close together
And my underarms untamed
My voice is big and loud
And my pussy’s never shaved
No shame
I look good, I look good, I look good
I feel good
Fuck who said I shouldn’t
Fuck who said I couldn’t
Beauty is too small a word to contain me
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2. |
Fuck That Guy
01:03
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I hate you
I wanna castrate you
Obliterate you
Fuck that guy
You’re a sack of shit
You’re a rapist
You’re an asshole
Fuck that guy
Go to hell
Burn in hell
Rot in hell
Fuck that guy
You don’t deserve
Respect
You don’t deserve shit
Fuck that guy
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3. |
Jezebel In Habit
02:30
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They took my hymen in their hands
and used it for their holy plans
They wore my vulva on their head
and told me just to go to bed
Semen on my chest
not knowing what’s it for
Semen on my chest
I’m 11 and a whore
Appropriating puberty
for power and superiority
Pre-pubescence in a one-piece suit
They called me porn then called me cute
I can’t cum
I can’t cum
I can’t cum
‘Cuz you have won
Spread my legs
Open me
My body’s your dispensary
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4. |
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White people cut your dreads
Cut your dreads white people, yeah
We’ve already taken so much
You look awful, cut your dreads
Appropriation isn’t cool
Try not to steal what isn’t your’s
Do your research, it’s not hard to find
Do your research, use your mind
Respect is super fun
Respect is number one
Get smart, cut your dreads
White people cut your dreads
Cut your dreads white people, yeah
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5. |
The Show
01:29
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Get my drummer to the show
He wakes up puking
He never is prepared
I had to show him
His high-hat from his snare
Get my drummer to the show
He is so nice
So sweet to his mother
But most times
He’s a mother fucker
Get my drummer to the show
All jokes aside
We really need a drummer
Hey you, who me?
No, you mother fucker
Get my drummer to the show
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6. |
Never My Fault
01:52
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Fuck me, grab me, tease me
is written into my day to day
Fuck, grab me, tease me
is written into my day to day
Any assault is always my fault
At the grocery store or walking down the street
In my own house in shorts and a tee
Fuck me, grab me, tease me
is written into my DNA
Fuck, grab me, tease me,
is written into my DNA
Any assault is always my fault
At the grocery store or walking down the street
In my own house in shorts and a tee
Consent is not confusing
You are not amusing
When you keep refusing
To put the blame on you
Any assault is always my fault
At the grocery store or walking down the street
In my own house in shorts and a tee
Never my fault
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7. |
I Want More
01:52
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You say I want it
Because I flaunt it
Well, fuck your logic
Just cuz I’m standing in the room
Doesn’t mean that you should assume
Just cuz we’re sharing cigarettes
Doesn’t mean that you should guess
I want more, No I don’t want more
No I don’t want more
No I don’t want more
No I don’t want more
You say I asked you
But I just walked past you
So, fuck your virtue
Just cuz we’re dancing on the floor
Doesn’t mean that I want more
Just cuz you’re buying me a drink
Doesn’t mean that you should think
I want more, No I don’t want more
No I don’t want more
No I don’t want more
No I don’t want more
Damn, I want to tear that ass up
No, no, no!
Nice tits, want a drink?
No, no, no!
Hey sweetie, come home with me tonight
No, no no!
How ‘bout just the tip?
No, no, no!
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8. |
He Means Wells
01:41
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Come into my office
I have a PH.D
You wanna hear what I’m sayin’
You wanna see what I see
You know they’ll never believe you
They always listen to me
You know they don’t even see you
Your femininity
I respect him so much
I didn’t want his touch
He told me not to tell
And I know he means well
I went to file the report
They put it in a drawer
Never to be seen
Never to be heard
I respect him so much
I didn’t want his touch
He told me not to tell
And I know he means well
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9. |
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Babe Waves Bellingham, Washington
Party femme/glitter punk/post-queercore/shoegayz
Amanda -Guitar/vox
Dylan - Bass/Vox
Bryan - Drums
we used to be called Fallopia
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