Victim of Bad Manners
i love you so much i wanna wheeze all over your inhaler
i love you so much i wanna cut out your heart and keep it in a plastic container
and when i have strep throat i wanna strep yours too
sometimes i wanna beat you with a stick until you're black and blue
im gonna punch you in the heart just to make sure it's beating just for me
i'll prove my love with a pinch of assault and battery
Ah-ooh! I'm a victim of bad manners!
Ah-ooh! I'm a victim of bad manners!
a little stabb-y here and a shriek-y there ill hack you up till you tell me you love me so
i'll wear your skin like a mink your bones are in the kitchen sink
and your spleen is in a bottle of drain-o
the way you make me feel is gonna make you puke
but perhaps that's mostly from the poison that i slipped in your soup!
Ah-ooh! I'm a victim of bad manners!
Ah-ooh! I'm a victim of bad manners!