Pussyfoot Miss Suicide —— Children of Bodom

Hey there I think I know you

What was it you're condending to do

That's rite manipulate everyone

Around to dream you're over due

You try to slit your wrists

With a dry blunt block of wood

Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good

C'mon Miss Suicide let me hand my blade to you

And since we're here

You might as well cut me too

Like an acid flashback it all came

Back to me

Slipped to drop a hit of you one second later

I vomit I od'd oh yes indeed

You try to slit your wrists

With a dry blunt block of wood

Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good

C'mon Miss Suicide let me hand my blade to you

And since we're here

You might as well kill me too

Miss Suicide let me get the door for you

Let me love you black and blue

It's the least that I could do

Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below

It's just a trifle hunch that I'll beat u to the punch

Miss Suicide let me get the door for you

Let me love you black and blue

It's the least that I could do

Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below

It's just a trifle hunch that I'll beat u to the punch