Am I better of her?
I will never do this no more
Does she make songs to you on sunday?
Does she is so incredible like me in everyday?
Does she make love with you so hot like me?
Is this your way to be free?
I know she never make your joy sir
She’s a craft can you see her?
Before you found this whore
I felt secure and happy cause
I believed in loveI don’t believe no more
Now I’m crying but I will be strong
You’re wrong, you’re wrong
They needs lashes
and I will be not patience
When I still crying
She’s dying
She dying
She’s dying
Inside of my mind
And I’ll never forget
This tears that you made me sad
Burn in the hell you lazy mad
Hold on your bitch until the death
Hold on your bitch until the death
To that whore
To that whore
To you whore
To you whore
(Joyce Martins)
