Motherfucking Whore Lyrics - Singles - Dana Immanuel

I must be such a bore, you've got one eye on me, one eye fixed on the door 

You can't resist its pull, so go ahead and bow to the inevitable 

I still get my say, I've spent all day writing on your wall in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl, says, this ain't my number, and baby, don't call 

And don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest? 

Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed? 

Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore 

Don't just stand around, if you're giving up then you're going down 

There's the plank, here's a tip - keep a hold of your valuables when jumping ship 

This is your reward, but where the party's at is overboard, and you're hunched and teetering on your heels, wondering how good drowning feels 

Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest? 

Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed? 

Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore 

You don't even try, oh look, something's caught your eye 

And I bet you feel a shiver in your spine 'cause it's got to be gold, baby, if it shines 

And I got no line, I got no hook 

And it ain't mine, that bait you took 

I know your kind, and I know that look 

One part divine, and two parts crook 

Well, don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest? 

Well baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed? 

Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore