Last Word

Jess Williamson

Compositor: Jess Williamson

Your girl, she is fake and she is vile
And when you need her the most
That's when she'll leave you
With the memory of her smiling
And she is a known liar
Don't trust, don't trust her

Why don't you come?
Why don't you come over and have a little smoke?
It's okay, she and I we ain't close anymore
Let's have a little smoke

Well, this image of you here in my door
Is something I have pictured many times before
I used to have to lay down on the floor, if you'd talk to me
I used to have to lay down on the floor

Well, I shouldn't want to touch you, but I do and I will
Because I ain't used to denying it
No, I ain't used, I ain't used to your kind of attention
So I'm gonna suck it up, suck it up, suck it all up and hold it in
I'm gonna suck it up, suck it up, suck it up, all up