The F-word by Babybird
The F-word lyrics
Wanna get low
Wanna get high
Glue�s in the bag
like the clouds in the sky
Sticks to the cider, sticks to your lips
Wanna get the spiders off my hips
Try and make out
when you don�t get kissed
You wanna get it up but
she broke you wrist
Dad�s got your arms
and mothers got your fists
Crossing off the kids on the Xmas list
The F-Word�s here
But the F-Word�s bad
Curse my mother
And curse my dad
But I love my mother
And I love my dad
Wanna have all that they never had
Wanna get high
Wanna get low
Girl�s got your bottle
and she won�t let go
So you grow up fast
You can�t slow down
Make another kid
with a bag for a crown
Mother�s in a car, dad�s at the door
Love�s got an applehead
bitten to the core
Plugged-up eyes
Sockets all raw
Try to plug the gap
but you wonder what for
The F-Word�s here
But the F-Word�s bad
Curse my mother
And curse my dad
But I love my mother
And I love my dad
Wanna have all that they never had
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