little/mouse
le butcherettes
you traded me in for an inch of cheese
to rest your mind so you could sleep at ease
and then you ran off with three of your lovers
you told them i was just an ugly mother fucker
these stubborn cats have tried to scratch my face
you were too fast for them
i don't know what i'm gonna have to do
for you to see that i don't wanna be with you
for many years i blamed myself
never once placing any kind of doubt in you
took it out on all the others too
we all stood quiet like silent shadows
watching you roam has made my hide
on the edge of a broad day city-light
you lay a hand on me and there'll be blood!
you lay a hand on me and there'll be blood!