I still love you though you're dead
I cannot help that I ripped off your head.
I watched it bounce, I watched it roll.
Just watching it, gave me a pole.
I tried to catch it, but it got away.
who knew that even a dead girl, wouldn't stay.
So here I sit, I start to sob
I feel so sad, so I join the mob.
Even in death, she gave good head
it's such a shame that she's dead.
I never wanted it to be this way
But what the hell? It's still okay.
I bounce her head upon the ground
I laugh and play, I run around.
I love my soccer, but I have no ball.
This is what happens, when you fail to call.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
I still love you though you're dead
I cannot help that I ripped off your head.
I watched it bounce, I watched it roll.
Just watching it, gave me a pole.
I tried to catch it, but it got away.
who knew that even a dead girl, wouldn't stay.
So here I sit, I start to sob
I feel so sad, so I join the mob.
Even in death, she gave good head
it's such a shame that she's dead.
I never wanted it to be this way
But what the hell? It's still okay.
I bounce her head upon the ground
I laugh and play, I run around.
I love my soccer, but I have no ball.
This is what happens, when you fail to call.
