Texty: Clawfinger. Bitch.

What the hell is wrong with you have you lost your mind you know we never go out this late You're making me look stupid and now I'm feeling mad it must have been something you ate I used to love you but now I'm not so sure There's something about your whole attitude I've got this feeling eatin' straight through my brain all you ever think about is food But you're still my bitch Everytime we go out for a walk in the park you're always barking up the wrong tree Now you just want attention from the opposite sex I know that you're just using me Sometimes when you get angry you show me your teeth but I know your bark is worse than your bite and then when you get hungry it's a whole different deal you act like everything is alright But you're still my bitch You always try to play those tricks with my mind but bitch I know a trick or two for everytime you try to make me loosen your leash you know I'll have to punish you You look at me and throw yourself at me feet hoping I might pat you on the back but I'm not gonna go there, I won't fall for that not until you cut me some slack But you're still my bitch