My America Is Watching Tigers Die - She Was a Frut and We Aren't Down With That lyrics

Let me see your poisoned smile A smile so fake It could block out the sun Being held in a way That feels like murder I hope that when you're f**ing him He f**s you the way you f**ed me Poison smiles And razor eyes Were never enough To turn me on But I'll want it more When I feel you bleed A juice sweeter than your others could ever be Don't make me beg You know I hate to hurt So cry for me And I'll want it more So bleed that American blood Until you know what it is to know what hurting is