Mary Magdalene

If you really hate me so

Why do you come around?

I was listen on the radio

I like to tune in for the shitshow

I feel ugly as a Californian girl who has lost all control

You seek pleasure in the little things, I hunt for eight mil' of gold

I cannot get my mind back, baby

I’ve been feeling pretty sick lately

I want the shiniest new cellphone

So I can call you in style

You hang up, mostly 'cause I talk too much

So I get bored and pick my nose

I still pick my nose

You were right when you said I was bad to the bone

I'm Mary Magdalene, just waiting to be stoned

It turns him on to see me vulnerable and cold

I cum for once, but you don’t cum at all

If you really love me so

Why won't you just give me a hug?

When I've had one, oh, one too many

I can turn into a slug

I cannot get my mind back, baby

I've been feeling pretty sick lately

You were right when you said I was bad to the bone

I'm Mary Magdalene, just waiting to be stoned

It turns him on to see me vulnerable and cold

I cum for once, but you don't cum at all

I'm mysterious, my skin is damn thick

I slime across you, leaving trails

They are pure silver but they're not worth a thing

You might as well hop in the tub and clean yourself up

I kind of want my mind back, baby

I kind of want my mind back, baby

I kind of want my mind back, baby

I think I am a sick lady