You made your bed and then your bed caught fire
I saw the flames where you slept and I called you a liar
Living for nothing more than your own vain desire
You lived a life of lust and deceit
If you live a reincarnated life it will be a pitiful repeat
It’s was always going to be a sad defeat for all the lives of the girls who’ve ended in your cars back seat
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC
You made your bed and then your bed caught fire
I saw the flames where you slept and I called you a liar
Living for nothing more than your own vain desire
You lived a life of lust and deceit
If you live a reincarnated life it will be a pitiful repeat
It’s was always going to be a sad defeat for all the lives of the girls who’ve ended in your cars back seat
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