She's Got a Problem Lyrics

La da da da da,
I'm gonna bury you in the ground,
La da da da da,
I'm gonna bury you with my sound,
I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face,

I'm gonna...

(-Marceline! That's too distasteful!
-Oh... You don't like that? Or do you just don't like me!)
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess,
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do,
Sorry I'm not made of sugar,

Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you,

Well... I'm just your problem,
I'm just your problem,
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do

I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist

But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So... why do I want to?
Why do I want to...
To... bury you in the ground
And drink the blood from your... Ugh.