Seven of Nine

You’re just whirl baby yo when you are with your friends
You got to go baby go if you do it again
You cook like a mortician you do what you do
You pay you way and paid just until we were through, now
I don’t understand why
I gotta get dead by
But I dunno but I feel like a should
Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
and then I spit you out awhile
You gotta go with the tune
like the rhythm with danger
But no one gives a fuck when you
Bust a cap on a stranger
Ghost on a quarter like hustler on fag
(?) bag on a fag now
I don’t understand why
I gotta get dead by
But I dunno but I feel like a should
Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
and then I spit you out awhile
ahhh
you know why