youæ®e so pretty when you lie
love songs always make me cry
i donæ° think you have a choice
thereæ¯ no truth left in your voice
remember when we used to laugh
just try to forget all that
wear my heart upon your lips
i hope it tastes just like shit
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
youæ®e so pretty when you die
love songs always make me cry
i donæ° think you realise
thereæ¯ no blue left in your eyes
remember when we used to sing
just try to forget those things
fill your hole inside with dirt
i hope that it f*cking hurts
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
you have left a trail of deceit
assault and flattery
blasting through my wounds
imprisoned me in god and poetry
a ritual to mend my angry heart
a breeding ground for your untruth
if god created man in his own image
then f*ck you
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
my hate for you defines my lust
bridges to bridges
youæ®e nothing to me
welcome world
miss ann thrope
f*ck
cunt
miss ann thrope
cunt
f*ck
miss ann thrope
miss
ann
thrope