Texty: L7. Hungry For Stink. She Has Eyes.

I am sick of her attacks
Can't help but I've fallen back
And I believe in what she says
I rent space in her head, in her head

She has eyes that were made for crying

And when she can't lie to get approved
Lost time and so far removed
Can't afford to keep it used
I'm getting ready to lose, ready to lose

She has eyes that were made for crying
She has eyes that were made for crying
Weaponry, weaponry

When she hits those hits are so hard
Weeping is her first playing card
And I believe she believes in what she says
This is my last time in her head, in her head

She has eyes that were made for crying
She has eyes that were made for crying
Weaponry, weaponry, weaponry, weaponry