Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

He shakes his death rattle
Spittle on his bib
I dont do the dishes
I throw them in the crib
Im eating you
Im over fed
Your milks in my mouth
It makes me sick

I have stumbled here
Failed to make it mine
They say im plump
But I throw up all the time

Im eating you
Im over fed
Your milks in my mouth
It makes me sick

Do you fake it for me like I (x 3)

My baby's in her arms
Crawling up her legs
Like a liar at a witch trial
You look good for your age

Im eating you
Im over fed
Your milks in my mouth
It makes me sick