By Star of David
Date: 2012 Oct 04
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cry baby cry

the boyfriend’s a bastard
and he makes you sigh

your drinks have been watered
and you can’t get high

your friends still keep calling
you wish they would die

I think it’s high time you
cry baby cry

the wishbone it broke wrong
you wanted to fly

the heartaches keep coming
you don’t know why

the bed is still unmade
the bottles are dry

there’s nothing to it
cry baby cry

your work is unravelling
you don’t even try

your boss is an asshole
you want him to fry

your face is all dirty
the end is now nigh

all you can do is
cry baby cry