Mary Magdalene Songtext
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
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
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
