Seven of Nine Lyrics

You're just whirl baby yo when you are with your friends
You got to go baby go if you do it again
You cook like a mortician you do what you do
You pay you way and paid just until we were through, now
I don't understand why
I gotta get dead by
But I dunno but I feel like a should

Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
And then I spit you out awhile

You gotta go with the tune
Like the rhythm with danger
But no one gives a fuck when you
Bust a cap on a stranger
Ghost on a quarter like hustler on fag
(?) bag on a fag now

I don't understand why
I gotta get dead by
But I dunno but I feel like a should

Baby I gotta do what I do to get by
So when I dress you up and when I cut you down
And then I spit you out awhile

Ahhh
You know why