.[Verse 1]
Bite the hand that feeds the boy
He's beautiful and I'm annoyed
Forty years or days from now
I'd kill myself to cut you out
Sell it and I can't compete
Forced to fight or fill the need
There's wine stains on our bed sheets
'Cause I hate to let you do.
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