اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Oh, how stupid we were to think that love could be chosen
Love falls away, it slips through my iron ore grip
When men like you march in like soldiers
My firearm heart falls, like I trip
My ignorance shows when I thought I would choose
Whose soul you could blow with that sugarcane fuse
But love ain't something you can detonate (ready, aim)
A force no bonaparte could supercede
I was daddy's little girl in the very beginning
But daddy's pretty world can't have you in it
Blasphemy baby, to hell we descend
Father, forgive me
You say what we have ain't no game for you
But it was murder in the bedroom with the rope (get a clue)
Now tell me if playing is sinfully wrong
If I savor the flavor of playing your pawn (aw)
If Jesus is the boss, you're a God to me
And if the good book never taught it, then I guess they need (a fucking rewrite)
No pain, no gain, yeah that's what he told me
But who's he to say? His head ain't rolling
I was daddy's little girl in the very beginning
But daddy's pretty world can't have you in it
Blasphemy baby, to hell we descend
Father, forgive me for I have sinned
Stare into the mirror, do you like what you see?
Didn't imagine seeing her, I guess you are what you eat
Aah! He's dead!
He was a groomer, Jules
Power don't come from men like him
He takes it from girls like us
Creator gods
And in that realm, he will bow to his master
I was daddy's little girl in the very beginning
But daddy's pretty world can't have you in it
Blasphemy baby, to hell we descend
Father, forgive me (for I have sinned)
For I have sinned
