Friday Princess

She bites my arm the same hand that feeds her and spits on me
Angel she calls it forcing when I just show her the way with a gun in my hand
Shut your eyes for a while. Count to ten girl
Get weak my friday princess. Scream as I walk by
Seven days my friday princess scream as I walk away
Drunk and strong looks ugly and insecure
We all know she’s fine nära maybe I’m naive but I’m not lonely like you whit a
gun your hand
Shut your eyes for a while. Count to ten girl