More Lyrics - Vivian Cook

More by Vivian Cook 

Your girlfriend, she hates me 

Cause everybody knows, you tried to date me, and she, 

Thinks I made you cheat, well, I think that's kind of sweet 

Cause we both know I'd be blackout every time I let you get down, 

So I can play the whore, but girl you know you want me 

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Yeah, see that indie chick in the the front row? 

Yeah, she been puttin' on quite the show 

Tryin' to get the front man to notice her 

And I'm up against the wall with the drummer from the opener 

Oh, tell me again how you're 

So insane, do so many drugs, are in so much pain, baby 

Don't you know all girls want are arms and rhythm? 

Then you'll have 'em screamin 

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So now it's just you and me driving on kombucha, coke and oxy 

Are you ready for what you came here to see? 

Cause we both know you've been tryin' to read my mind, but 

You straight exhausted all the options of what you might find 

Cause I know why the raven cried 

Never more 

Never ever more 

Never ever ever ever ever more, more