Iamerror - Something Tells Me Club Soda Isn't Getting This Mess Out lyrics

Ay, pobrecita. what a poor little girl Pull the strings, she'd pirouette What an idealistic, faithful girl, sad eyed-puppy And you left her in a cardboard box on the side of the road When you grew taller, she platformed When you were cold, she was there When you f**ed, she faked harder Two pink lines later.. Almost like she was never there at all Pobre. f**ing. chica